Sometimes:
I want to run away and go on an adventure. Like I used to do.
I want to find myself in Phnom Phen, Cambodia on the back of a moped, speeding down the streets at 1am in the morning after spending the night drinking in a backroom bar with Special Operations soldiers from all over the world while we tried the bar owners "special man soup" that had a chicken foot floating in it... I want to be on a private plane speeding across the Soviet Union, heading for a small outpost south of Chernobyl where I'll pretend to be a bubble-headed blonde so I can climb up into the drivers seat of the equipment while we watch them cut apart nuclear missile launchers... I want to be in Germany with trash cans full of ice and beer waiting for us to finish a day of work sending hot air balloons across the border and wandering if the First Sergeant will run us out past the nude beach for PT again the next morning.. I want to sit in my rented house in Laos looking out at the chickens running around in the yard knowing that they will be tomorrow nights dinner and trying to remember where I put the t-shirts that I'm taking to the children's school tomorrow when I teach them about how they do 1st Aid in case of exploding land mines... I want to be back in Korea, working on the war "pre-pack" of leaflets and trying to remember which bar I left my darts in last night up in Itaewon... I want to be in downtown Bangkok, Thailand in a tuk-tuk.. bitching about the rush hour traffic (Seriously... you haven't seen rush hour until you've seen downtown Bangkok at quiting time)... I want to be back in Cambodia.. in a small plane landing at Angkor Wat.. trying to find a taxi driver to take us out to the old ruins, knowing that we're racing the sun to get back to the plane and back to Phnom Phen... In Italy.. after dark and in the rain, wandering along the banks of a river and looking at the Roman ruins with lights gently gleaming in the rain across the way while I listen to the church bells ringing the hour...
Sometimes.
I want to find myself in Phnom Phen, Cambodia on the back of a moped, speeding down the streets at 1am in the morning after spending the night drinking in a backroom bar with Special Operations soldiers from all over the world while we tried the bar owners "special man soup" that had a chicken foot floating in it... I want to be on a private plane speeding across the Soviet Union, heading for a small outpost south of Chernobyl where I'll pretend to be a bubble-headed blonde so I can climb up into the drivers seat of the equipment while we watch them cut apart nuclear missile launchers... I want to be in Germany with trash cans full of ice and beer waiting for us to finish a day of work sending hot air balloons across the border and wandering if the First Sergeant will run us out past the nude beach for PT again the next morning.. I want to sit in my rented house in Laos looking out at the chickens running around in the yard knowing that they will be tomorrow nights dinner and trying to remember where I put the t-shirts that I'm taking to the children's school tomorrow when I teach them about how they do 1st Aid in case of exploding land mines... I want to be back in Korea, working on the war "pre-pack" of leaflets and trying to remember which bar I left my darts in last night up in Itaewon... I want to be in downtown Bangkok, Thailand in a tuk-tuk.. bitching about the rush hour traffic (Seriously... you haven't seen rush hour until you've seen downtown Bangkok at quiting time)... I want to be back in Cambodia.. in a small plane landing at Angkor Wat.. trying to find a taxi driver to take us out to the old ruins, knowing that we're racing the sun to get back to the plane and back to Phnom Phen... In Italy.. after dark and in the rain, wandering along the banks of a river and looking at the Roman ruins with lights gently gleaming in the rain across the way while I listen to the church bells ringing the hour...
Sometimes.