I spent another Friday night "IN" because I seem to do nothing but spend, spend, spend, when I'm "OUT". Homemade pizza, and 2 movies later (Our Idiot Brother & Bridesmaids) & I was ready for bed. After browsing through the latest Anthropologie & Fossil catalogs the most random thoughts started entering my mind. Maybe it's because I was half asleep, or maybe it was the Ray LaMontagne music playing in the background, but for the first time I was thinking about leaving. Really leaving. I thought about all of the less glamorous things about this trip & the skin/bones of why I want to leave, again........
I think that travel, for me, is similar to crack for a drug addict. If I don't get my "fix" I turn into a mean person. Not "mean" in a sense that I treat others badly, but I more or less become negative in aspects of my life. I tend to disconnect from friends, family, work, and the race towards life's goals becomes a snail's pace. Is the travel bug something that can necessarily be cured? What method can lessen that desire to
BE WHERE YOU ARE NOT?
Cold turkey, wean yourself off?
I'm not ready to quit. I think that this is just the start to another binge.
This is starting to sound a tad depressing, annoying, blurred?
Lets try this again, after changing my itunes playlist.....
127 more days until I'm out of Colorado and out of the United States. I started the process for my work visa for Australia today. It should be finished within 2 weeks. $325 later & I'm golden to work for a year!!! It will cover me from top to bottom, inside and out. Hopefully everything in between!
Drained. Tired of the snow. Looking forward to the day money no longer flys like a bat outta hell from my pockets.
