Traveling to the River
Have you ever really wanted to run away? I mean as an adult, legitimately pack up your house, put it on the market, hop in your car and leave for destination unknown? I think we all have at one point in time. Biggest problem I see with this ‘Great Escape’ is not surviving the months of the sluggish housing market, but rather facing the fact that we have to take ourselves along with us wherever we go. Too bad we can’t leave the memories, hurts, angers, or fears in the house for the real estate agent to ditch along with the outdated bathrooms and linoleum counter tops. The longer we live, the more we see those suckers are permanently attached to us - which is probably the reason I am still here in my living room and not lounging about on the Riviera. Well, that and a lack of an abundant cash flow. Anyways, we deal with our wounds in such creative ways. We try to shop them away sometimes. Ignoring them is an option – but that usually brings its good friend Neurosis along for