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Someday I'll fly away


I have, yet again, been consumed with wanderlust.
It is a curse. 
An addiction
My greatest desire.

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I have been getting quite settled in Aberdeen.
Everyone has been so great, so welcoming, so kind, so fun.
There have been a few hiccups along the way,
and that is to be expected.
but all of a sudden that itch has come upon me.
The itch to roam
Explore
Discover
Write

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Those of you how suffer from bouts of wanderlust will understand exactly what I mean
Will understand how it feels to want to live each day at a time by adventure at a time

I am going to America in a few weeks.
I will see so many things that I can't wait for...

Vegas
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The Grand Canyon
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Temple Square in Salt Lake City

The Mormon Tabernacle Choir


Zion National Park


I am hoping that helps scratch the itch.
There is quite a possibility that it will worsen it.


A huge part of me is telling me that i need to settle.
I need to start saving for a flat
I need to find a man to cuddle in to on a cold winters night
I need to have a garden to grow vegetables
I need a fixed abode

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A slightly lesser part, though increasingly louder part
Is telling me to go see those things I have always wanted to see
Life is short
Take the road less travelled
Travel the world
Learn its stories
Learn its lessons
Maybe my future is to be found in the nomadic life

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I love Scotland

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It has such a huge place in my heart. 

I have some amazing friends here.
The move to Aberdeen really highlighted the strength of those friendships.
Unfortunately it also highlighted the fragility of others.
I don't doubt that those who care for me will make an effort to see me 
wherever the wanderlust would take me.
And I would do the same in return

I am at my happiest when on an adventure.
Perhaps, it is time I start looking for a new one.
If  I am brave enough to start all over again that is....


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  1. Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will be as one. See the link below for more info.


    #someday
    www.ufgop.org


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