Chiquita, MiniMe and I returned from our beach weekend this afternoon, happy, well-rested.
I like to travel. I like to go anywhere. It doesn’t matter if I can get there by plane or if I can just get in my car, I like to see new places, do things out of the routine.
Chiquita and I entertained ourselves by singing in the car. I think my version of Emotional Rescue was beautiful!
We also found entertainment in the various sights out the car window along the way: trucks, restaurants, the adult entertainment shop with ‘private modeling’ advertised on the side. Some lucky soul will actually be getting my random road trip notes in the mail, I do believe, because it’s fun to share them, like I’m channeling some chapter of Kerouac’s On the Road.
But, friends, no matter where you travel, there you are. You and all your mess travels along with you. If your head is full of stress, you might stow it in the trunk for a little while, but it creeps back in. That little something on your mind, nagging at the back of the brain, went dormant only long enough for you to unpack your bag. At least you get to think about it in a new place, a new space.