I know I’ve only just returned from Montenegro and Cyprus, and that I’m going to England in a month, but I’m getting that restless feeling again, and these short trips (wonderful and exciting as they are) aren’t scratching the itch.
I miss America! I’d like to have:
a medicinal herb holiday (I need to recoup) in Northern California, visiting cousins, friends, and enjoying nature
family time with my nephews, sister, and a little Hollywood glamour in LA
a visit to Seattle and/or Portland, just because
a stop in Ohio for old times’ sake (best friends and their babies, my dad) and another in North Carolina because if I don’t go soon, my bosom buddy out there might very well write me off forever
and time in Washington, DC–because home is where the heart and the vegan food are.
Of course I’d need to dance in each and every one of these places, preferably a combination of performing, teaching, and studying, and earn some money while I’m there to finance the trip.
Then I could come back to Turkey. Or go to Hong Kong, then Turkey. Or Hong Kong, Indonesia (they tell me it’s beautiful), then Turkey.
Then I’d be satisfied. For awhile, anyway.
