I can put down roots pretty quickly in the face of radical change, she said.

I was listening to a James Taylor song yesterday, and this lyric popped out: "Oh Mexico, sounds so simple I just got to go." Not much. Not a long piece, and not especially profound, but it has thrown me into a tizzy, if you will.

Do you ever think about doing just that? Just... leaving? I think about it all the time. I'm not unhappy with my life by any means, or dissatisfied... I just think it'd be wonderful... but it really can't be that simple, can it? You can't live on nothing, and even if I sold everything I own, I don't think the money would last me long. And there aren't really affordable condos on deserted beaches just waiting for me to arrive, and just because I decide it's time for a foreign romance doesn't mean that Don Juan is going to come walking along the shores to sweep me away.

But still... there's this fear that it really is that simple, that all the logic against it isn't logic at all. Sometimes I think logic is just a code word for excuse made up by those who missed the chance...