I wanted to write about the nature of wanting and then I talked with a good friend last night about all different sorts of wants and decided I want to tell you about how most days I think I could be very happy on a ranch, running around with horses and dogs and maybe some cows or something.
I do not know why I think this.
Except for yes, mostly I do. I like to think that I would be "good" at living the simple life. Simple for me = less noise + more quiet + less electronic shit + more outdoors goodness. I like to think that a big move, a change of scenery, a different pace equals simple. I suppose it's not that easy, though, right?
When I reflect on my current state of affairs, sometimes this doesn't seem too far away. A sense of an ending in this weird but achingly lovely city doesn't necessary seem imminent, but at the same time I can't rule it out entirely just yet.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that (you guessed it): I don't know. Maybe the more I admit this the less terrifying it will become. Eh, probably not.