What I have been missing these past few days: travelling.
I was sorting some old photographs and I realized that about this time of the year I would start roaming around the country with Johnny, my brothers or with friends. I think I became so used to migrating at the end of Spring/beginning of Summer that not going anywhere made me feel like I’m missing something or that I am supposed to do something.
Weekend excursions are the best.
Unfortunately this year I doubt I will be going anywhere except the park. Well, until August all I’ll have are my old photographs. Somehow, looking at them makes me feel better.