Running Away

I never ran away. My sister Carol and I would take mystery walks, tossing a coin at street corners, heads for left, tails right... until we were getting tired and tossed until we'd get home quicker. The one time I really left, moved out, was a free woman...as soon as possible I went to see sons, daughters-in-law and a good friend, Abilene, Frisco, Tulsa, St. Louis, Springfield, Grand Rapids, roaming about Michigan with and without adult kids, back by way of St. Louis, Cape Girardeau, a Mississippi casino,  Little Rock, Frisco, then to Abilene. I'd love to repeat the trip, but I have no need to run away. I have no need for a geographical cure, no idea life somewhere else would  miraculously be better. I know wherever I am, there I am, my issues with me. If I were to run away it would be somewhere OA is strong, a meeting available every day, and I'd have reached my ideal place.