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hafocI've been having Dreams of Escape lately. I have wanted to live among mountains since I was a teenager, and it occurs to me that rather than wait until I retire (if I live that long) I might want to, like, you know, go out west while I'm still in my working years. Able to enjoy it a bit. And it occurs to me-- I've always wanted to but I can't-- except I can. There's nothing to prevent me except getting together the courage to do it. Plus the usual fussy details of relocating.
If I'm reluctant to do so, it's because I have a great fund of misery to draw on. I've always been good at finding the cloud in every silver lining. I'm afraid that even if I did move to, say, New Mexico, I'd just as soon sink into one of my periodic depressions as if I didn't. New horizons would cheer me up for a while, but they'd get old fast.
On the other hand, maybe I really would like it.
I'm not asking advice. I have a bad habit of listening to advice even when I know it's wrong, you see. But if anyone has any comments, I'll consider them.
If I'm reluctant to do so, it's because I have a great fund of misery to draw on. I've always been good at finding the cloud in every silver lining. I'm afraid that even if I did move to, say, New Mexico, I'd just as soon sink into one of my periodic depressions as if I didn't. New horizons would cheer me up for a while, but they'd get old fast.
On the other hand, maybe I really would like it.
I'm not asking advice. I have a bad habit of listening to advice even when I know it's wrong, you see. But if anyone has any comments, I'll consider them.
