It’s what we do. We plan. Whether a goal, vacation, or appointment, we plan experiences. Very few of us waddle through life bumping into “whatever.” We think about what we’d like to have for dinner and where we’d like to be next year. Our natural state has evolved into a highly anticipatory one.
It’s with a future experience in mind, now that the weather had turned clement, at least in the temperate climatic zone of Northern Hemisphere, that I’m projecting winters to be significantly less cold. Which means relocating. Where that will be is still looming as sort of an unknown. I’m open to reasonable suggestions.