I have not forgotten about my quest to relocate.  In fact, it burns more heavily upon my breast with each passing day, a flame too profound to ignore, a consuming, engulfing fire now overwhelming more than threatening.

Leaving the urban and suburban worlds cries out as nearly paramount to me, a voice beckoning with angry demands that threaten to silence the voices of all other obligations.

I can not remain in Dallas.  I can not remain in DFW’s many outlying areas.

This life no longer interests me, satisfies me, or even offers anything I consider acceptable.

Save the loves of my life, of course, such as Jenny, xocobra and LD, and Rick, not to mention a great many other friends family members who live here.

But even they can no longer squelch the demands of my own heart.

Happiness eludes me so long as I remain where concrete jungles are accepted as the norm.  If passing cars do not contain a waving hand, they pose a risk to my sanity.  I am all but miserable until I live a life while surrounded by nature’s bounty rather than the discouraging and disgusting creations of humanity.

So I now begin my quest to find a new life, one far removed from this—and any other—throng of selfish people.

I need to escape, and escape I shall.