Something is wrong with me.
Alright, hold your wisecracks.
This is different for me.
I do not want to be at home.
All I want to do is go away.
I don't care if it's a hotel
or camping in the wilderness.
I want to go, go, go.
I don't remember ever being like this before.
Is it age?
I hope it's not a mid life crisis...I think I'm too old for that now.
Is it escapism?
Nothing is any worse than it's ever been so I don't think it is.
Or...is it something I remember my parents joking about?
They used to kid(?) that we were all "part gypsies" because we all liked to move around so much.
When I did my blog post back in May,
I'd vowed to "step out of my comfort zone" this year.
But being a gypsy isn't exactly what I had in mind.
I think I'll try "running" away a few more times before school starts.
I hope that will cure me.
However, if you see me wearing boots,
large hoop earrings,
scarves and skirts,
please, gently let me know
that I've crossed the line.