Swinging Birches

“So was I once myself a swinger of birches.
And so I dream of going back to be…”

I think I want to run away. Pure, blissful freedom…

I wrote these words one night earlier this month after a particularly stressful, exhausting day. I have a friend who is usually on the receiving end of these pointless, rambling emails that I will never take action on. Well, at least I think I’ll never take action on them. I’ll confess, I have this silly little dream of uprooting and starting over sometimes. For some reason, I have romanticized the idea of living and working on a ranch in New Mexico, surrounded by mountains and plains. (Yes, go ahead and laugh. If you know me at all, you are aware that I’ve watched Legends of the Fall a couple dozen times too many.) I have this other dream of living in Segovia, Spain…undoubtedly my most favorite place in the world.

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