A new place.

I read about this person looking for a new place to live and thought what a problem to have. Blessing or curse? He lived in the suburbs which was as noisy as a city without all the conveniences of city, so he thought he should just move.

He says: I'm going to travel the world for a year or two or three. I have areas to explore. People to meet, things to see and do.

I plan to visit lots of art museums around the world. Starting with Italy, then France, Spain, England, maybe Germany and possibly the United States. I would just stay in each place until my visa expired, so it wouldn't be a rushed trip. Flying anywhere from Australia is a loooong flight so when I  land somewhere I'm never in hurry to get back on a plane.
 
I'm challenged by the burden of freedom. I have no responsibilities holding me down in any one place, I have been saving for a rainy day, and I have a job that can be done anywhere in the world. Every week I seem to have a new plan and a whole new direction, but each new week seems to create a more interesting plan. So I spend my time thinking about life while life marches on around me.