{npm22: 3 ~ change limerick}

I’m not a good traveler, granted. Even before the pandemic, airports, waiting rooms crowded with endless humanity waiting to board airplanes, and sealed metal tubes stuffed with strapped in passengers hurtling through space while recycling everyone’s breath – none of those made me very comfortable. I’m a bad traveler, but I am longing to go – somewhere. My small house is a blessing, with its bit of yard and flowers (yes you, calendulas, even though you’re ones who are volunteering and choking out everything else I planted), but like so many others, I am sick to death of it. I’ve stayed home since… 2018, really, when my autoimmune disorder popped up, and then got a lot more serious about it with everyone else in 2020. Thank goodness it’s getting warm enough to go outside and (battle the constant, vile, and wheeze-producing pollen and) wander for a while.

Is a change really as good as a rest? I guess we’ll all find out soon…

“A change is as good as a rest.”


Change
This proverb let’s put to the test
By doing just what it suggests:
Our dollars exchange,
We’ll pack up, free range,
…And see if we come back less stressed…