A nice little daydream. That's all it is.
No way I'd ever actually do anything to maybe help bring it to fruition.
Because, that would be hard. And stuff. And risky. And stuff.
I dream of starting over. Leaving all of this (*wide sweeping gesture*) behind and just going to wherever my heart leads me.
Funny how I used the word wherever. Almost sounds random, doesn't it?
Well random happened a long time ago. One thousand one hundred and forty-eight days ago. Random is over. Done. Kaput. Finished. Obsolete. History. You get the idea.
So anyway, I dream of going there and then the dream gets pretty fuzzy.
It's still a nice little daydream though.