reflections

Where do I go?

I'm about to reach that pitchfork in the road. Where do I go from here? Heartaches no longer distract me. Opportunities abound and I will not say no to those places I've never been - metropolis only though. If I could, I would be in France, Switzerland, Belgium, Italy, Spain, Argentina, Chile or Canada. Visas are a pain though.

Sometimes I feel as though I am a bird, but no nest. The Flying Dutchman, never to find port. But oh the adventures! I can hear my blood start to sing. It is time, almost, to shuck off this shell, climb into the chrysalis and later to emerge... somewhere, as something more.

What will be on the other side?