I have lost three entire nights of sleep this week, misplaced where there will be no finding, scratching the seven-year itch.
You could also name my malady the Grass Is Greener Syndrome.
The grass is never greener. It just looks that way from across the fence.
This is not an unusual occurrence for me. Something within me likes the challenge of new experiences. Frequently over the years while I’ve lived out on my little chunk of quiet, peaceful Paradise, I’ve cast my eyes around town and had the thought that I’d like to live in town, smack dab in the middle of noisy things happen...