Like a Warm Blanket

I often talk about wanting to be somewhere else — to travel, to see places other than my house and garage. I’ve planned out what it would take to live elsewhere for a couple of months in the winter. I have all these dreams about visiting and living in different places before, you know, the end. But when I get the chance, like this morning, I don’t want to leave. I just want to sit in the comfort of my office and type on my keyboard. To simply embrace the familiar.