Following the Yellow Brick Road

How true is it that to a certain degree, each one of us is yearning to leave where we came from (and no, I'm not talking about your mother's womb)? Not necessarily anything drastic like packing up everything and hopping onto the Greyhound to the land of far far away. Just simply possessing that small voice nagging at the back of our heads wondering what is out there beyond the four walls of comfort.

Could it be our natural curiousity for the unknown? Or perhaps it's the longing for something different. Boredom, maybe? Or even frustrations and the desire to leave bad memories behind. Where do we all go though? Somewhere safe... somewhere far away. A place where it is okay to start all over again; where you know no one and no one knows you. Like perhaps cities -- which are essentially an amalgamation of every different thing in the world. Impersonal, yet never lonely. Dark, yet always filled with celebrations of light.

We're all off to take our own journeys down the yellow brick road, one time or another -- with our own versions of the tin man, the lion and the scarecrow accompanying us. But when do we click our heels thrice and wish to be home again?