Packing and running away... is something I usually do. I'd like to say I just fly without a known destination, but that has never been the case. In any case, the known destinations are always uncertain and somewhat unknown with unknown people. In any case, I end up missing the known and people who recently started being important. Am I getting old? Maybe that's why I ran into the cold this time, because I want known warmth when I go back to the place I know...
