getaway

I would very much like to be in a different place. I realized this yesterday, when I was talking to one of my friends how a mutual friend of ours moved to another city, and then I said, all of a sudden, not thinking about it very deeply or anything, that I would have liked to move somewhere new. Now, see, I am a creature of habits, I don’t like new things. Yet, I wanted to be somewhere new. See something unusual, meet someone unfamiliar. Get lost, and lose the thin thread of time. In my bag just water colours, brushes, two bottles of water and maybe a camera. Nothing more. No phones, nothing I can look up to see the time, just some place new. But I probably wouldn’t’ve been able to find my way back. And maybe even that, would be okay.