I need to travel… I need to go… I need to sit in a private luxury villa overlooking an infinity pool over looking clear blue waters /ocean 

I need to bury my feet in the buttery sand of the dubaian desert at night and wake for an early camel ride. 

I need to wake up another morning in Burj Al arab and ask for food that has to be flown in from another country. 

I need to sit in a tree somewhere on the African continent (reading a romantic  novel while my lover looks up to me as if in prayer to his goddess)

I need to sit on another tree preferably home (Africa) reading a favorite childhood novel, while eating a fruit plucked from the cranky neighbors tree

I need to sit on a Large Parisian terrace facing the Eiffel tower while the french maids serving my breakfast gossips behind me

I need to drive in a top down luxury car with the wind in my hair and occasionally freaking out if it will take my wig off (Don’t judge me… shit happens)

I need to do another drive… this time in a red sports car with silk scarf framing my face and preventing (the wig panic mentioned above). Red lips and a dangerously large cat eye sunglasses.

I need to get on a plane, to feel the anticipation and excitement of going somewhere new or/and somewhere old and experienced….

I just need to freaking go… And Covid needs to chill the fuck out soon, or am finding a cure myself…