I want to hike Mount Kilamanjaro and then sit on the beach in Zanzibar.
I’d like to trek in Nepal and come back looking at my world with unfamiliar eyes.
I would like to be able to fly, quietly, like Superman or Santa around the high rises downtown and look into the windows and the lives of the people who live in the sky. I want to see what they do, how they live.
I’d like to go where people who die go, just for a little bit. I’d like to talk to my Nana and Grandpa, and my big brother.
I’d like to go to Italy, travel light through the cities and towns with no schedule.
Often times I only want to go to the sofa, with my big comfy blanket, so I can sit and watch stupid TV for hours on end and not talk to anyone.