when in rome... move there?

I have a serious problem. In the matter of a single month I’ve considered living in Vietnam, Italy, and Denmark. last week I was determined to learn Italian and move to the Amalfi Coast! today I want to learn Danish and marry a Danish man so we can have little blonde babies that say “tak” and “jeg elsker dig.” of course this is not the first time I’ve considered where I want to be. It seems anywhere than where I am. so what pushes us to seek out new places, and once we are there is it only natural to want to be someplace else? If I moved to Denmark would I regret it? why not stay in Hawaii? why not move to Italy? what has changed in the last few weeks to make me want something else? the only thing I’m certain of is this: the last few mornings I’ve woken up with an indescribable desire to be in this place (Denmark). for now, this is what I want. tomorrow it may be something entirely different, but for now this is it.

we live in an extraordinary world. Is it wrong to want to experience a little bit of everything?

maybe not.