The woman at the café I'm writing at holds her hand under mine when she gives me change. It's a tender, two-handed gesture that I've never experienced before. Gestures like that mean a lot to me. I've got a table in the sun and the tea I'm drinking is called Kiss and Tell. It seems appropriate.
This week has been full of dreaming. I was really inspired after talking to one of my favourite people. We haven't spoken in years but in this age of photo-sharing and thought-posting I feel like we're somewhat in touch. He's at theatre school in Windsor so we Skyped. We talked about work, play, and love. I also met his beautiful girlfriend.
After talking to these free birds I felt a sense of wonder and adventure. I was reminded that anything is possible. You can move, you can travel, you can start a new career, you can start a new relationship. There are so many cities in so many countries with endless opportunities. I have a dear friend in Wales working at a hostel that I could join. I could work on a farm in Argentina. I could join a theatre company in New York. Of course I'd need to come up with the money to get to all these places but it's within the realm of possibility.
Perhaps one day I'll do each of those things. For now, I'm happy being here. My family is here. I get to watch my nephew grow up. The film and TV industry is here. I've got a good thing going on. I guess what I'm saying is that knowing there is a world of options makes me feel free. We have choices. I choose to be here.