Back from Outer Mongolia

For some time I have wanted to get out of town to make a clean break from something that happened recently, something that I know I am already putting behind me even as I write. Because travel is not only a powerful distraction, it also drives home the fact that things change, life can still be good, and that nothing lasts forever, certainly not pain. So I was going over my old travel pictures, rather sad and pine-y, and then I read this timely reminder somewhere on the Web.

There's no point in trying to go to Outer Mongolia to escape your issues; they will find you there because they live inside your head.

Physical travel would still be nice; but I know that simply by staying where I am, and working things out inside myself, I'll be all right, oh yes I'll be OK.