Call it wanderlust, discontent, restlessness, immaturity or just plain covetousness; whatever it is, I have been fighting it since the day I was born. I have always had a hard time being happy with where, what, or who I am at the present.
Our friends moved to Abu Dhabi this summer. I want to move to Abu Dhabi! I watched "The Best Thing I Ever Ate". I want to taste a chocolate truffle from that confectioner in Chicago! I just read Liz's blog. I want to make lemonade with lemons from the tree outside my bungalow!
I am saying this now because for the first time in my life I feel content. Yes, I'd love to do all the things I just mentioned but I no longer feel despondent and depressed because I don't get to do those things. Maybe it is because everything I've ever wanted is within my reach now. Maybe it is because I'm 42 and I'm more mature. Maybe it is because I feel like things in my life are in order. I am even willing to admit that it is just because we have a pool in the back yard. Maybe it is a little bit of all of these things.
The other day I was reading about Jordan's trip to Greece. "I want to go to Greece!" I whined. "I know," Paul said, "but in the mean time, how about if I just give you a great life where you have everything you've always wanted and other things you never dreamed of?"
"You already gave me one of those!"
I love you Paul. I'm so glad you're coming home today.
*photo by Speckle Of Dirt