Literally.
I don't know if it's this weather (27 degrees F, and snowy) or this month (December) or this age (25), or what, but I feel more like running away and joining the rest of the world right now than ever.
I had a great time last year, and I'm glad I went when I did.
I just also wish I could go now.
I'd probably do some things a little differently, like read up about some stuff and budget my time and money a little better.
Most of that is because I know myself better now.
Hindsight has perfect vision, as they say.
But some of that is also because I'm feeling more like I really need a trip now than I did then.
Again, it could just be this weather/time of year/life, but every time I'm in any sort of transportation vehicle, be it plane, train, or automobile, I feel a mix of trapped and rushed.
I miss aiports. I'd kill to get on line for security. I'd get there 5 hours early, even for a domestic flight. I'd walk around barefoot and empty my pockets a hundred times.
I keep having these dreams where I'm buckled into the middle seat on an 747, and I really need to pee, but I'm third in from the end and I can't seem to wake up the person in the aisle. So I try to make the flight go faster, because I need to pee so badly, and then, I wake up.
If I have that dream again tonight, I'm going to hold it and see where I end up.
