A bird that flies long distances. I would get to see a lot of the world, unforgettable landscapes and feel by myself the atmosphere of a doom/black metal album cover. Imagine that.
If I don't like a place, I just... fly away, from everything, from everyone, and have nature for me, in its pure form, lifeless or alive, a combination of the two. Spruce trees green all year contrasting with the low mountain clouds that seem to use the steep surfaces of the mountain to slip to the bottom, like I used to back in the days when I was a kid in the park, but the atmosphere of the sight is of lonelines, and darkness, cold from despair, and not warm from happiness.
I would get to see so much of what I wanted... I would be able to escape and cope a bit, completely away from people, and their artificial lives.
A bird standing proud at the top of a tree in one of these moutains covered in low clouds, thinking "I am part of this beautiful nature, and not the one that destroys everything it touches".
Any part of nature could be my lands, there is a whole planet out there, but instead all my world is bedroom.