Where i wanna be.....

i'm getting restless. the streets are too crowded, the concrete too hard, and walls are starting to close in. i want vibrant markets, sand under my feet, and the taste of groundnut stew on my tongue. i want the sounds of highlife wafting into my windows while the sun beams at full strength at 10 am. i want indigoed fabrics at my fingertips while the seller's haggling assaults my eardrum. i want home. if i click my heels 3 times will i reach there?