That old familiar feeling

I want to go somewhere. I want to leave this place.
I have nothing to escape anymore so the impetus is less.
The urge is reduced, no need for flight, and what remains is the desire for adventure, new scenery, a bit of the ‘ol living of life.
Spring, time of new beginnings is approaching and so does the feeling.
I don’t have much time here. I should make the most of it.
I begin to flutter around as if about to migrate while all the birds begin to think about putting down roots with a sudden urge to nest.



Added days later.
R received an offer from a company in California.
Becareful what you wish for