I pined away for a different life. Now I’m living that life and pining away for the life I lost.

Is it just discontentment? Am I just restlessly looking for greener grass?

Certainly that’s part of it. I am a mortal hunting for the immortal, and my heart will be restless until I find it.

But I’ve also discovered that history is what binds me to places. I have visited remarkable places like Slovenia, Turkey, and Kazakstan, but I don’t long for them; they don’t appear in my dreams. I’ve loved places for their unique beauty and experiences, but mostly, I miss history.

The places I long for hold a million memories. Ironically, most of them were ordinary.