it’s that time of the year again. or rather, time of the week for me.
i get that itch to get going. i’ve gotten to the point that i check bus fares before i check my phone or facebook notifications ($5 trips to nyc?! free rides to montreal?!) my head spins and my duffel bag (that i asked for for christmas. yes, i asked for a heavy duty luggage for christmas) peers at me in fear.
daydreaming about prospectively taking a two-week road trip by bus down the east coast (75% sure at this point! eep!). about what items in my apartment i could sell off to pay for bus tickets. about the fact that my friend canceled on our plans for tonight and i immediately checked to see when the next train to rockport/manchester/gloucester/anywhere-by-the-ocean at all was for today.
i’ve primed myself for a disgusting amount of bus-travel and baby-wipe showers by cutting even more hair off and by making this playlist for those of us who find wanderlust to be a daily concern.
whose friends usually preface any conversation with a “so, where are you exactly right now?”
who get giddy by the sight of a well-packed suitcase (rolled shirts to save space + a full kindle + mustard boots + johnson & johnson’s lavender lotion).
who love dramatically and thoughtfully and wistfully peering out of the windows of buses/trains/cars/airplanes.
for those of us who still don’t know how to sit still.