Wonderlust
Sometimes I wake up in the morning wondering what it would be like to wake up in another bed...in another house...in another city...in another country.  What would it be like to have a different life...a different daily routine...would I go to the market in the morning rather than the evening...would I stay up late and sleep in...would I walk to run my errands...would I have a dog?

Would I live on a mountaintop...a warm climate...a place where it rained often...in one giant room in a big building...a treehouse...or a strawhouse?

Would I choose friends who are adventurous...who like to cook...who like to play...or like to knit?  Would I choose planes, trains, or automobiles...or scooters, bicycles, and five-toes shoes?

I think I would choose Saturdays at Central Market and...

...my lovely egg cups in my own kitchen...in my own house...with my own friends.  I wouldn't have it any other way!!