I am something of a gypsy at heart, though one that appreciates the comforts of having a home to go to. I get itchy feet, and want to go to exotic places,to walk on beaches and in forests and on mountain tops. I get restless about the mundaneness of living and want a jolt to remind me why I put up with the bills and the routine.
This journal is to be about what I remember from past travels, a lot of which were with my now deceased mother. We had a similar spirit of adventure, something I haven't found in another yet, and I do dearly miss her companionship in this. Maybe some reader will
come along who can see the world the way I do. It would be good to walk the uncharted path again with someone who understands spontaneity and adventure.
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