John Fred said the other day: "I like the wind, I wish it would blow me away from where I am to somewhere exotic and impossible where nothing is the same."
I don't like the wind but if it blew me somewhere far away and strangely different I would be eternally grateful to it.
Today I noticed another signal of my "growing up" - my feelings when I am opening the mailbox. I know that something in my situation has changed because the usual excitement over the possibility of finding a letter from a lover or a good friend has disappeared now and all that is left is anxiety. Originally no letter meant sinking disappointment, now it means relief: at least no bad news and no unexpected bills. Another day without an earthquake.
