I haven’t been writing because I’ve been antsy. (Well, there was the stomach flu last week, too, but that’s another story.) I’ve been antsy because my mind’s all over the place. My mind’s all over the place because everyone is all over the world, but me. I’m feeling grounded. No, not grounded like I did something wrong and have been confined to my home. Though it sure feels like it. But grounded in that I am here, suffering wanderlust, but unable to satiate the craving. London. Shanghai. Phuket. Sydney. Taipei. India. Iceland. New Zealand. Quebec. Seoul. Tokyo. The South China Sea. For work or for vacation, practically everyone is on the road. Even my mother is going to Hong Kong and Macau for a long weekend. Oh, bother.
