I haven't written anything of any consequence due to my efforts in trying to enjoy the summer season, such as it is here and getting in every bit of travelling that I possibly can.
My summer began back in May when I visited Deerfield Beach in Florida and I've been comparing the weather here in south eastern Ontario ever since. There are some similarities but I sure miss the ocean.
The summer season is winding down here.
It's inevitable.
At present, I'm in Toronto for the week and enjoying the bustle of the city compared to the sleepy (and boring) village from whence I came.
This is an issue that I've been faced with, again since my return from down south.
It seems that my perspective on life as I knew it, just doesn't cut it anymore.
I've changed my way of thinking about this town after 23 years.
I find myself dreaming and planning on relocating to a place where I will feel more stimulated and challenged - getting my creative juices flowing again - not to mention, meeting some new people (like, hullo?)
My feelings haven't changed about my old house.
I love it! But, I'm just wanting to have it lifted (not to Kansas, sorry) and transported to another part of the world - to anywhere but here.
It's been 5 years here in this house and it's wonderful - it's become an old friend to me and my family and is very comforting to come home to.
However, when I step out the door I find myself sighing heavily and not particularly looking forward to what/who I'll find out there.
That old feeling of wonderlust has returned and I can't shake it or ignore the calling.
So, I'll spend this winter here by the woodstove, coffee mug not too far away, dreaming of where to go next - maybe another house, woodstove and another cup of coffee beside me as I listen to the wheels of my mind grind in inspiration as new ideas and thoughts make me feel productive and worthwhile again
I want to believe that my destination is out there somewhere - waiting for me to find it!
Party on xxx