My bags are packed, I'm ready to go

I've never had a problem with leaving. Ever since I was a child I've been thrilled to be on the move. A bit of a gypsy at heart? Perhaps... I feel like I haven't had a (permanent) home since I was 18, at least not on a physical form. I do have a few "happy places", where my heart feels like it's at home.

My bags are always packed and I'm ready to leave with an hour's notice. Or I would be, if there wasn't my job... If I know that I'm going somewhere, I begin the packing at least a month earlier. Just too excited, I guess...

Love,
Lady S

In the end it doesn't really matter...

Things happen. Life happens. You fall in love. You fall out of love.

"In the end it doesn't even matter..."

What does matter is what makes you happy and are you doing it.

Love,
Lady S