In the Month of November

This is what I have.
It's all I have.
And if I leave it all behind,
it ain't much.

But. I think it's all I ever wanted.
And it took me a long time to get here.
Right here. Right now.

Where do I go from here?

Choices. Always choices.
Roads. Love. Paths.
All to choose.
Or some. Times. Not.

I long to be.
Where the sky shines completely bright.
And the Milky Way nightly lights the darkness.

Where the air is warm. And dry.
And sun.
Sunshine and warmth.
Ice covered peaks of multiple mountain ranges.
And long dirt roads winding through desert lands.

Or not.

What else would I do?
Where else would I go?
Or be.
I would be here.
There's nowhere else to go.