heading towards the highlands. not quite sure where my feet would take a respite from all these craziness, or if they ever will.
maybe i should have taken a different route… its not too late i know, but will that road be as fun as it is now? perhaps it will be rife with it, or perhaps it will be as gray & bleak as a cold winter afternoon in a wooded village far south of Bentley.
Bentley… the place i once thought of as ‘home’. a home that wasnt even meant to be.
I cant go back. simply cant. i have to move on yes. and move on fast. to the highlands? why not. time for another adventure! am too excited to keep still. am going. i will keep in touch. promise. bye for now! and please tend my rose garden for me. i will be back to see them bloom. promise. :-)