traveling
I love to travel, and I've never lost my fear of flying. What a trade-off. I can't wait to get off that plane. I feel like I need to tell everyone that I'm about to fly, in case anything happens. But I need to fly a lot. I need to travel, I hate being stuck in one place, I need to get out there. I saw an ad in a magazine (don't remember what for) with a picture of a rock climber, and the text says "The fear of falling is nothing compared to the fear of never getting off the ground." That says it all...
The other "fear" is that I'm going to love NYC so much that I'll want to move there. I've been living in one town for over five years, but I'm not convinced that the restless beast is asleep for good. But with the new job, the radio show, all the new tanglings, maybe things are interesting and new enough that I won't have to move. Yet. Maybe I'll just move the furniture around again.
Time to board...! Yikes!
The other "fear" is that I'm going to love NYC so much that I'll want to move there. I've been living in one town for over five years, but I'm not convinced that the restless beast is asleep for good. But with the new job, the radio show, all the new tanglings, maybe things are interesting and new enough that I won't have to move. Yet. Maybe I'll just move the furniture around again.
Time to board...! Yikes!