Once a month I would give anything to be able to get on a plane and fly away. Visit friends in distant states or friends in cities I just can't quite make the drive to. I think it may settle the storm in the pit of my stomach I often feel when I've been away from the people who mean the most to me.
It seems simple enough, but the "important" commitments in life pull me elsewhere and drain my bank account and fill up my calendars with mundane tasks that seem fun at the time but are never quite enough. I'm satisfied for the moment, but am always reaching for the next big adventure.
I never feel I have enough time in a year to go the places I want...need to be. I always picture myself living in the cities I visit, and more often than not I can see myself there, but quickly get a guilty feeling. It's not that I want to leave this place permanently, I just want to stay somewhere else for a little longer.
But then again, that might just make me crave to leave home a little more often. For now, I think my desire is just to travel more. Keep breaking connections alive. Be the one who goes the extra mile...literally.
I'm going to Dallas in May...not a big deal, but the fact is, quite a few people I care about are up there and this is my chance to make sure the distance doesn't break any memories or hinder us from making new ones.
Then where do I go? I come back.
Then what do I do? Plan the next trip. Vegas? Chicago?
Hope for the best and fly.
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