In the car now. Heading towards the car park to pick mom up. Looking out the window on Christmas day. It's a beautifully decorated city here tonight

Yet I'm just sitting wishing and waiting. Yearning for the impossible. The View is amazing tonight. My beautiful city. But why don't I love it as much? Why don't I want to live here till it's my end of time? Why do I want another life in another country?

What has triggered these strong urges inside me? Right now, more than anything. I want to leave. I want 'that' dream life out there that awaits me & I want it real bad.