I left town on a break for the first time in many months: completely last minute, had a mile-long list of things to do at home… packed a suitcase and left anyway. Although I only headed out to Las Vegas (admittedly, not my first choice for a weekend away) it felt good to suspend reality for a few days and exchange the phone, the work, and all that they represent for exploration, eating out, and losing fifty dollars to the gambling gods. I have missed everything that travelling entails: anticipating my departure, happily losing my bearings, knowing no soul but my own, and waking up each morning wondering of the interesting adventures the day will bring.
I have, admittedly, been hiding out a bit. A lot. More than I care to admit to. I’ve become a veritable hermit, truth be told. There has been pain that endures, numbs, and leaves my body shivering with a cold from within that no sun can touch. I’ve been keeping my head above water, but it’s not enough. I need to swim again.
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