I decided that I wanted a break. So me, myself and I are going on a road trip to see my family. (While myself is kind of a slob and will probably drive me crazy the whole way, me is good company and an interesting conversationalist) I leave on Friday morning. It should be an interesting trip. I’ve rented a car and should be able to make the drive in about 20 hours. I will just have my music and thoughts. I’m going to play a lot of the Shins and after dark it will be classic Jazz as I chase my headlights through the dark. I don’t know where I will stop the first night; I’m going to wing it. I’ve never stayed in a hotel room alone before. I find that I am excited to do something so simple. I can stop along the way if I want. There is no one’s schedule but my own to keep. The freedom is a little heady. Even though I could have flown and had a longer visit, I find that I am looking forward to the drive, plus this way I don’t have to be felt up or irradiated. It is a chance to shake the cobwebs from my mind. Time to myself is a valuable commodity and I do not mind being alone at all. That I crave it, actually. I always have a mind that races and I hope to let it rest for a while, maybe this will be a vision quest. Nah, nothing so dramatic, it’s just a long drive with family at the end. I’ll write again from the road.
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