There was a time in our lives where we lived to get on the road. Every extended weekend we could, we'd pack up and get the hell outta dodge.
Then came moving in together and weddings and dogs and domestic bliss. We barely leave town. Maybe twice a year?
I'm dying to get out of here. My 35th birthday is coming up and I'm taking about 5 days off, including the weekend. I've been restless for months. I need to see the road stretch in front of me and be utterly lost for days. I need to make no other plans than to pick a direction and 6 hours into driving, consult my map to pick my destination soley based on that I like how the name of that town rolls of my tongue. I need to be utterly lost for days.
I barely even remember that I was a girl who loved being on the road most of all.
I'll ask my favorite travelling companion to go with me and if not, I'll go by myself . I'll pay whatever I need to so we can kennel the dog just so we aren't hampered by where we can stay. I'm craving shitty little motels, diner foods, and for a few days I am utterly free. I need to open my head. Especially now. It doesn't help that my travelin' anthem is playing right now.
Good hell to all the friend's I've known
God's with them tonight
California, Arizona heaven holds us even closer
racing down the road to God knows where
California, Arizona put some distance inbetween us
on our way