Childhood memories should always be considered with caution. I readily admit that things were often not as my brain tells me they were. But, I also believe that it is a truth that from the time I was quite young I was ready to go. Go where? I don’t care. Just go.
I wanted to move. To move away from where I was. To be another place. To be elsewhere.
I think that feeling has never left me.
Rarely do I feel settled. Rarely am I not itching to be somewhere that is not where I am. Much like the dog, if the car door opens, I am in.
Going has not been an option of late. Restrictions and restlessness are more the order of the day. But, hopefully, in time, hopefully, sooner not later, this will change.
And, then, then I will go. Where? I do not know. Just go.
