 (Nick Galifianakis for The Post) | Adapted from an online discussion. Dear Carolyn: Maybe it's a reflection of being cooped up for so long, but I am feeling tremendous wanderlust. I want to live abroad, I want to learn French, I want to be an artist, I want to spend tons of time outdoors in the sun. I've lived an enjoyable, yet measured and cautious, life in my 28 years. Saved and planned and made practical decisions. The past year makes it feel moot — like living in the moment is the only way to live. The saving and planning and tedium seem silly when you only have one life and it's a very finite amount of time. Is this temporary coronavirus-induced insanity, or is this a glimmer of the truth that I've been too preoccupied to see? — Wanderlust | 
