Probably because I am reading a book that is set in the south and involves a road trip to get there, I am really jonesing to be somewhere else right now. I never thought I would say this but for a moment today (like five minutes ago) I was wishing I was in Texas. (I know, call the mind police!) I miss my girl and her adorable dog. I miss the tall bed in the extra bedroom, too tall even for Cooper to jump up on. (I had to get him a step stool to get onto the bed, believe it or not.) I miss Jenn's great kitchen (don't get me started on my small kitchen here) and I miss iced coffee, which simply doesn't taste good anywhere except in the south. But I think, bottom line, is I am missing a long, winding road trip to get to Texas.
It's not that I don't like my life, I certainly do. I like my tiny duplex, I love the garden here, I am delighted with my cool neighborhood and I enjoy my job. Life right now is good. But that nagging feeling of restlessness is still haunting me and reading a book that drops me right in the middle of long, straight roads at the crack of dawn..... well, let's just say that as content as I feel about most of my life, I also know that getting in the car and driving anywhere for six days would not be a bad thing.
Ah, yes, but this will pass. And if it doesn't, I can definitely hold it off until winter. Come December I will either be on a plane to a foreign city or in my car to destinations unknown. In the meantime I will have fever dreams of driving and I will read books that will take me away, at least in my mind. Thank goodness for good writers who can do that.
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