Limbo

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From my terrace in Malaga, Spain. I have never felt more at home anywhere else. I feel compelled to return there. I miss being there terribly. I am going to have to resolve my environment issues.

Guilt about abandoning my son and family. There are some things that only, I can do for them. I hate that sometimes because no one, will go with me.

It’s like everyone is staying inside of their drudgery no matter how much, they complain about it.  My son said, my optimism is unrealistic. “Who raised you?” I thought.

I have always been a dreamer more often, than not  because they come true . I don’t think unrealistic applies. If it does, I don’t care about reality. It’s what I believe that is real.