Sunday morning lounging on my deck, a pleasant breeze caressing me carries the sweet smell of gardenia blossoms. I am in a place of absolute calm and voluptuous luxury, a safe place in a world full of turmoil and uncertainty.
Yet, it is for this turmoil that I am curious, and in a few days I am heading towards it.
Life is good in the little bubble I reside, but real life is left out.
So I am off to a long term residency, outside the domesticated paradise.
Because as the Steppenwolf sang, we are born to be wild.
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