Here but never really here.
Present in the body and absent in the moment; overstaying my existence in one city for Twenty-something years has done that to me.
The dream to see more, want more and do more than the noisy mess of this city allows me to no longer a dream but a living, breathing need.
To escape this tortuous traffic to where the white Nile meets the blue Nile and weep in ecstasy as David had done;the Simein highland, Nacala beaches or even Mosi-oa-Tunya!
Too many places to be, too lean a purse.