I am suffering from wunderlust. My sister, E, leaves tomorrow for a month in Australia, my parents leave in 2 weeks time for 7 weeks in New Zealand, and I have just received postcards from friends visiting Turkey, Greece and Spain.
I want to be in all those places.
I'd settle, right now, for being anywhere but here.
I'm telling myself that that will pass. It's just been a stressful day in a bad week, but the weekend is almost here, and it should be a good weekend. There will be books, and authors, and maybe an art exhibition.
Just as long as I can make it through tomorrow.