Away.

Everytime we leave home I wish we would do so permanently. I don't know if it's the wooing of the sun that captures my heart or the reality of how boring this place is, but I get the itch. The youth in me says pack it up and just go but the mom in me has to research about good schools and the right economy... and I hate her. In the end it's always the same, my husband brings me off my cloud and wispers

                                                                                  one day.