Oh The Places You'll Go

And once again I have neglected this til the last possible minute. Well, hour. No, no. Make that at least a day late. Sigh. If you expected me to post on time or even early when I suggested my writing every week, I'm sorry. Sometimes I feel ambitious and that happens but mostly I've been prioritizing working and sewing and being outside or with my friends and I neglect my blog. Poor thing. It must feel unloved.

I've decided I'm a boring person. I haven't had anywhere I have dreamed for years about going and know everthing there is to know on that place. There's not this one city in some country on some continent that has captured my fantasy. Sometimes I see pictures in a magazine or somewhere and I gasp and say 'Where is that. That is my dream destination' and I keep on reading or driving or doing whatever I was doing before this life changing revelation hit me and within a minute I have forgot the name of this wonderful place and the revelation has turned into forgetfulness or boringness or whatever it is. 

Actually I do have some (very unrealistic) dreams. I'd love to visit a castle. A real humongous deserted stone castle. I'd like to live in it for a few days. Somewhere out in Scotland or Spain or wherever there are still some castles waiting for me to find them. I'd also like to pay a visit to all seven continents sometime in my life. I only have three more left to make it to that goal and I am hoping to cross South America off that list in a few weeks from now. As a child, I became slightly enamoured with Cuba when I wrote a paper about the country. I have since forgotten almost all of what I learned for that paper but I think I would still like to visit Cuba. I became quite attatched when I had to write about it and I guess that attachment has not totally been forgotten. Another place I'd like to visit is somewhere where the streets are water and your transportation is boats or your own two feet.

I guess I do have some realistic dreams, too.  I visited Portland once for a few hours, and decided I wanted to go back. I'd love to explore that city and other. New York. Albuquerque. Paris. I'd like to explore the restaurants and shops on back streets and major streets. I'd like to visit bookstores and take the books I buy to remote cabins and castles and spend my days reading. Well. I guess this isn't quite so realistic anymore.

Once again I wrote this on the fly and have not proofread or added padding to make this easier on the ears.