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Outfits 11 years ago Bird

I have been having a severe itch to visit NYC lately.

I know, I know. I travel a lot. Call me absolutely crazy {I would!} but sometimes when I sit still for too long I can literally feel myself aging. Some therapists say that I am chasing my own dragon of an elusive pursuit to find something that doesn’t really exist. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I just love to travel. Maybe I am in search of something … what? I don’t know.

I heard lyrics to a song recently that made me smile: “Some birds are meant to be caged.” The sentiment sounded lovely. I spent the rest of the day convincing myself that I was one of these birds. I told myself over and over again that I liked the idea of routine, stability and consistency. The ritualistic behaviors of scheduling dinners with friends, spending time with family over a home made meal and game of Scrabble. It all sounds quite appealing to me. In fact, I truly do love all of these things. But, because I have created a life for myself in the past year that involves quite a bit of traveling and hopping around, sometimes I feel restless. Each night I fight insomnia and the fear of being caged, trapped, unable to roam about the world in freedom.

Then, as I sat down to write this blog post, I downloaded the song I heard earlier on the radio and upon a second and third listen I realized that I misheard the lyrics. In actuality, they are saying “Some birds aren’t meant to be caged.” It made me smile to myself and laugh a bit . . . relief. Maybe I’m not so odd after all.