Self-Imposed Exile

I am not an ex-pat. (I'm in the same country.) I am not a refugee, or an emigre, or a transient even, I am not on vacation. I have forced this exile on myself, knowing I would return gloriously at some point. I needed to escape from the mundane in Westchester, at Purchase, but I feel like my routine here is beyond mundane. I miss th excitement of my life in NY. Then again, I need to force myself to growup and confront reality, don't I?

I can't answer that. But I do know this;

It’s only defeat/failure if I see it as such.