her aspirations had nothing to do with
the staus quo ~ with having a traditional family,
a specific house in a specific zipcode,
fame, success, a size zero, or wealth....

the fix she was looking for had to do with a thousand big pines
and an undisturbed forest floor.
the things she craved were those of a countryside view with a
fire red sun and a billion acres of clean air.

sometimes she felt like an immigrant in the very place she was born and raised. doing her best to get along, and fit into the lifestyle she was surrounded by, but always knowing, this was not her place, this was not her home.

so she would travel, as often as she could, hoping this would curb her cravings. but in many ways, it only made her more her hunger pains worse. and to complicate her head further, she found herself also missing even more than before, her one small nest where the the rest of her life and love waited...
could she even enjoy these adventures if her heart had no one to return to?
and was there a way to have both?

.......she couldnt help but wonder
if perhaps someone was not paying close attention on the day her soul was being designed... forgetting to add the extra cup of contentment for a ordinary life, sprinkling in too much wanderlust, undercooking her heart so that it remained
forever raw and tender.