I have recently been attacked by the travel bug. I am feeling antsy to go somewhere and I don't know where. I have been reminiscing about old friends and trips and feeling some nostalgia for my former freedoms and travels. I know--woe to me...the world travel is not able to go...but in my defense traveling is the thing that keeps me going. Loneliness is my constant companion but when I am jet setting to some fun location, the loneliness is no longer in the fore front of my mind. Michelle is leaving on Saturday to go to New York and DC. It really would have been the perfect time to go, but I didn't plan ahead. "Auch well" as the Scottish say--"I'll just have to be gutted."
