Have you ever wanted to just up and leave? I mean really pull up whatever roots you have and just walk? Sometimes, I just imagine getting up, walking out the front door of whatever building I am confined to at the moment, starting my car and driving until I run out of gas. And then starting over.
No particular reason why (most of the time), just for something to do. I crave that feeling I'd have when I was in high school driving around late at night with my friends-the windows down and radio blaring, smoking cigarettes we'd lifted off our parents and believing that there was magic out there for us, just waiting to be had.
I wish I had no debt, then I'd do it. Just wander the globe until I felt I'd seen enough. That's the horrible thing about me, I want to go everywhere. Not horrible as in I might up and axe murder someone, but horrible as in it makes me restless. I just want to experience everything, see everything, be cultured first hand and not through a book or the travel channel.
The feeling gets more urgent as winter closes in. I hate the cold. I was born in the wrong state. So, the big question remains, what am I still doing here?
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