Why do I have to choose one place? And why must I live there? Can’t I just visit and roam around, then elsewhere, and then roam again? And the cycle continues- as it always does- till death. Or Mars.
I envy. Or rather, I wish. Teleportation was real. Because I don’t know about living- setting camp anywhere feels like work I’m not ready to do. But I know I want to go. And come back. And then go again. Because yes, I don’t want to commit. And also yes, I’ll get bored anyway. So why live and wait? Isn’t it just better to keep going? Or keep walking. Haha.
The beaches. Clean ones. Anywhere. To just feel the ocean be the ocean, and me feel as small as I actually am in this great expanse that is the universe. Wondering why I didn’t mention the sand? Because, well. Aside from it being plenty. I don’t get it. It’s always in my hair or in my shoes or in my food. But I guess that’s the whole point? The ocean, the waves, and the sand. The love, the care, and the fights.
And then, since we’re all about going-it would be the peak of the mountain next. And if you’re wondering why I left out the climbing, it’s mostly because… who wants to do that all the time? Okay, sorry. Some people would be very open to doing that- almost always. Not sure their feet would let them. But I would like to see the sun rise from the peak of a mountain.
To look down at everything else below and wonder how mountains even thought they could be mountains. Or how the universe, or the intelligence , thought it would be great to have a huge rock- or many rocks- high enough. And to have trees and birds and animals that would rather live there than in the beaches or under water.
Underwater. Where I would not want to live. Or visit.
So maybe, the desert? Only if the bikes are there. And there oases close by. And cute photographs. But none of the actual task. Or endurance that living in the desert comes with. Not the very cold nights. Or the snakes. Or the caravans. Only the nice. Temporary fun.
And I guess it is like that with anywhere we would like to live anyway. All of the glitz and glamour and none of the gory.
I guess then, nowhere. I don’t know.
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