At times I think about living abroad again. A year or two in Europe... or Australia. Maybe a place in between. It's always a thought in the back of my mind, ever since traveling around as much as I did. I like San Francisco and for now it's good - it's the first place in America that's felt like home for a long time. However, that doesn't mean that I will be around the Bay area forever.
And it gets tougher to feel settled when the people around me take off for foreign adventures. And now I have two friends who are in the midst of doing so. It makes me wonder about my own future. The things I would like about living abroad again. What it would take to make all that happen. And would I want to do it alone again this time around.
If these ideas are always floating under the surface, always exploding when I hear of others doing such things... then they should eventually be made to happen, yeah? It's a strange line of thought that zig zags through my head. A jumble of emotions and ideas. I am just wondering what will become of all of it...