Okay, so maybe it’s not quite so dramatic as all that. I am, however, at that point to where I am quite literally (figuratively, really) climbing the walls and tearing out my hair in chunks. How could this be? Why would Liz be going even crazier than usual? And why is she referring to herself in the 3rd person? The answer to that my darlings would be I feel stuck. I’m in a rut. I have be metaphorically chained down for the time being.
I am going mental being in the same places at the same time day in and day out. Seriously, my Google location tracking device whatever thing shows me going from home to work, to my parents house, to my in-laws house and to Wal-Mart in the middle of the night more often than is really necessary. I think I may actually be on some sort of druggy list in the security room at Wal-Mart because I’m only ever there between 11PM and like 3AM. It’s not my fault I get off work at 11 and have to pick up dog food (don’t forget that tonight btw) or I want new seeds for my garden.
Anyway, the point being that my sense of wanderlust has been kicked into overdrive lately, my gypsy heart is pulling me away, that old North wind is telling me it’s time to move on. There’s a slight problem with that though, well actually, a huge problem. I can’t go. Yes, I know most of you will say “there’s never a ‘good’ time to go,” or something along the lines of “only you are standing in your way.” Normally I would agree and be counting my pennies for my next plane ticket and double checking my passport expiration date (Feb 2017 if anyone’s wondering). This time, however, I do have to call B.S. I have bills, a full time job, full time class schedule as well as 2 dogs, a cat, my man, and my stepdaughter every other weekend. Not exactly the most conducive formula for dropping everything and bailing to Europe at the drop of a hat.
I have to admit, I am going camping in 9 days. We are bringing all 3 dogs and will be up in the mountains for 3 nights and 4 days. This isn’t my favorite type of travel but I do enjoy it a lot. I’m hoping it will quell some of the restlessness I’ve built up from being trapped in one spot for so long. My phone will be in airplane mode the whole time we’re up there. I would say it will be off but I like the camera on my phone better than most of the actual cameras I’ve had, so I’ll have some nice pictures and stories to share when I get back to civilization. I’ll also be flooding my Instagram with camping pictures for a good chunk of time after returning.
While it will be nice to get away from the day to day grind that is my life, I just don’t really think camping is going to make me any less crazy than usual. This is why I am reaching out to you in Internet-land. Send me pictures of your most recent or most favorite trips. Tell me about that one time in Barcelona or this one dish in Italy. I would love to hear from you about your adventures. I await your pictures and stories with baited breath.
Until we meet again,