Tonight, I stayed in by the fire and watched a TV movie: About a Boy. What a fabulous film! I <3 Hugh Grant. He is so charming and good looking and witty in this film! The grumpy, single Englishman who, against his will, ends up opening his heart to the human beings in his life. So great. I remember this one line: “My days are full. But my life has no meaning.” And it really made me think about what it is that really matters in the world.
My friend J has always said to me that the cure for chronic wanderlust is love. A good, stable love is the force that will ground an addicted traveller. And I think he’s right in many ways. Unless you have someone to answer to or to think about or want to be with, there really is no reason for people to settle down in one place. And I know this. And this is likely the reason why I’m so reluctant to get into a serious relationship again. The opportunity to live this life, that is so free and independent, nearly escaped me and once I got a taste for it, it’s not something that I’m willing to give up very easily. But then again, wise women have told me multiple times that we don’t really have much control over who we fall in love with. Scarily, I agree.
