Some days I wish I could run away. I would pack up anything my little Lola could hold and I would take off. I would live off of the money I have left and I would go live. I would experience something. I would learn a new song on guitar while sitting on the hood of my car watching the sunrise in the painted desert. I would take pictures of the waves breaking at dusk on the west coast. I would meet new friends in a little bar heading east. I would see things like the tap dancing chicken or the worlds biggest rubber band ball. I would buy fresh flowers just to sit in my passenger seat for a day or 2 until they wilted. I would set up camp in a beauitful forest and would go exploring in caves in Montana. I would taste snowflakes on my tongue and make funny shapes with the steam of my breath in the cold.
Life has grown to be rather plain. Sure, I have wonderful times with friends and family and boyfriend, but life itself, in the big picture, has settled into a groove. A rut. I want to experience life. Something outside of this place. I am thinking that I will save up all of my vacation time at work, and either upon quitting my job or just one big vacation in off-season, I am going to pack up and head out for as long as I can make those vacation hours carry me through without starving or running out of gas. I might invite someone to tag along on this adventure, as that would be the safe thing to do. But who knows where I'll be when I finally go.
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