on craving adventure.
A little bit full - almost too full - like that feeling you get at the tail end of a really good meal when you've had a few too many bites.
I have a lot of obligations on my plate right now, most of them WONDERFUL, all of them my choice, some with an end-date and some without, and despite these obligations and all the fullness, I find myself craving adventure.
Open spaces, easy meals, lots of wine and laughter.
Y'all. I'm craving France.
In a really grande kind of way.
What this means, I don't know...perhaps a move abroad in the near-ish future? Perhaps a visit to start? Perhaps I don't even need to know exactly what is going to happen to know that I need to follow this whisper.
Bonjour whisper. It's nice to finally hear you.