daydreaming again
For some reason, this time of the year makes me yearn to travel.
I get restless. The mere thought of going away somewhere makes me excited.
Somewhere, I hope, with four seasons. Simply so I can have a look at the different colour of leaves on the trees. Or the kinds of trees that grow in one's garden. I love the strong winds that welcomed us on another land last year. Even their bread found on the supermarket aisles taste real. man. oh.. the thick slices of toasted cafe raisin bread...slather on the marmalade, and bring out the red rooibos tea. heavenly.
In cities, well, I tire self out with the unstoppable exthusiasm to run to find little corners and nooks, getting good bargains, having a real cuppa coffee. Eat real scones. Immersion in the culture. Imbibing in the great sceneries. Enjoying history.
Sometimes I tired myself out so much by thinking "get good food, get good bargains" (actually - what great gifts can i get for so and so at this price) - i think i miss out on the sceneries. Maybe this time, if i do get to go, I will take time to look at the buildings. Speaking of which, I recalled taking lots of pictures of nice buildings. Where are those photos... I'd probably skip the pressies to save time.. sorry folks.
I guess I do love history. Though this realisation came later in life. It did not happen when I was studying history.
Myabe it'd be really fun to visit a farm. Pluck fruits. Eat. Watch the farm animals. Or go on a trip to watch whales. Yea. Whales and dolphins, and penguins.
*pinch*. I am suppposed to be working, but here am i daydreaming. ouch. Lord, please cause my daydreaming to be real again this year. I want to drink real milk, and eat cheese, and bread.. and try different sweets and honey in the land of milk and honey again this year. May this come to pass... also, opportunities to invest into lives. So the trip wont be wasted. amen.
I get restless. The mere thought of going away somewhere makes me excited.
Somewhere, I hope, with four seasons. Simply so I can have a look at the different colour of leaves on the trees. Or the kinds of trees that grow in one's garden. I love the strong winds that welcomed us on another land last year. Even their bread found on the supermarket aisles taste real. man. oh.. the thick slices of toasted cafe raisin bread...slather on the marmalade, and bring out the red rooibos tea. heavenly.
In cities, well, I tire self out with the unstoppable exthusiasm to run to find little corners and nooks, getting good bargains, having a real cuppa coffee. Eat real scones. Immersion in the culture. Imbibing in the great sceneries. Enjoying history.
Sometimes I tired myself out so much by thinking "get good food, get good bargains" (actually - what great gifts can i get for so and so at this price) - i think i miss out on the sceneries. Maybe this time, if i do get to go, I will take time to look at the buildings. Speaking of which, I recalled taking lots of pictures of nice buildings. Where are those photos... I'd probably skip the pressies to save time.. sorry folks.
I guess I do love history. Though this realisation came later in life. It did not happen when I was studying history.
Myabe it'd be really fun to visit a farm. Pluck fruits. Eat. Watch the farm animals. Or go on a trip to watch whales. Yea. Whales and dolphins, and penguins.
*pinch*. I am suppposed to be working, but here am i daydreaming. ouch. Lord, please cause my daydreaming to be real again this year. I want to drink real milk, and eat cheese, and bread.. and try different sweets and honey in the land of milk and honey again this year. May this come to pass... also, opportunities to invest into lives. So the trip wont be wasted. amen.
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