The world turns…

I like to see new horizons. Always have. It keeps me young and maybe explains why I still have all my hair and a spring in my step, though that could also be the extra stomach I grew this summer. I always look over the next hill with fresh eyes and new wonderment.

The world turns.

This month alone, much has changed. The Ex I moved to Canada with 6 years ago is moving to Ottawa, starting a new life with her new BF. Her kids have their own lives now and can fend for themselves, so why not and good luck to all! I have grandkids in the UK I’ve never seen; a couple of my relatives are moving on in lfe, location and love; my niece just brought a new life into the world, and that young life has already seen some dramatic things most of us never will.

Most of us do not like change, but it is the only real constant. Things ALWAYS change, however much you fight for them to stay the same. The irony is, those wishing desperately for change only have to wait. It may take 20 years of misery, but it WILL happen. Of course, you will have lost 20 years from your life by then… but Time will change it, it cannot be stopped, for good or bad. If you want the change to be immediate, you really have to take the initiative. Bite the bullet. If you change your life, you can beat time at it’s own game and not lay dying in your old age, wishing you had done it. Carpe Diem. Seize the fish.

The world turns. I’ve been thinking.

I get homesick sometimes. Nothing major, just restless. I want to take the edible Nikki to some of the places I love and share them with her. I also want us to go to places neither of us have yet seen in countries we never thought of.

I’m getting a little antsy for far-off exotic places like Huddersfield, Heckmondwike, Hanging Heaton, Hemsworth and Holmfirth. I can feel the old wanderlust taking hold. Nikki tells me she will follow me to the end of the world, and I believe her. Sometime soon I’m going to put a couple cases in the car and toss a coin to choose a direction. Don’t know how long for, or if we’re coming back. Part of the fun is playing it by ear. I know it will be a great ride, and a comforting memory to share on our death beds, hopefully many centuries from now, medical science permitting. Just two more aging hippies, still holding hands and laughing at the world, while the world will keep on turning long after the sound of our laughter has faded into history. Seize the fish.

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