Monday, December 5, 2011

The night I wished I could swim really, really fast.

Ever have those moments where you dream about picking up, hopping the pond, and escaping to somewhere totally new?

                              I do.

Oh yeah. I've got a case of wanderlust, and I've got it bad.

That's me, hopping around the UK about a year and a half ago. And make no mistake about it, I WILL be back. Until then, I'm playing Admiral Fallow and drinking coffee at midnight, missing what it felt like to breath totally untainted air on the Irish countryside.




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