Escape

Blogmom Bou often talks about running with her favorite music drowning everything out when trying to escape life for awhile.

I'm a little lazy. I drive. I roll down the windows, open the moonroof, and play the playlist on my stereo that fits the mood whether it's escape, anger, sad or contemplation.

My favorite place to go is along the water. When I lived in the Carolinas, I would drive along the coast for hours. Sometimes I'd get out and sit there for awhile. Sometimes I'd watch the sun come up and not even realize I had been there that long or that I had to be to work in a few short hours.

In Yuma, I did a lot of driving. I was in a house with 3 other people, I was miserable, so I was constantly trying to get out. There's no water in Yuma obviously so I had to rely on the clear Arizona sky that very rarely lacked stars. Sometimes I'd park by the airport and watch the jets fly over me. Not quite the ocean, but still an escape.

In Atlanta, it takes a little more effort to "get lost", but I manage. Tonight was the first night I've had the chance to really go for a drive for awhile. Call it a way to procrastinate from the never ending laundry, hanging, cleaning, organizing, unpacking, and school work that needs to be done, time to think without distractions or just a plain escape. There's no water, but the weather is perfect. It took me a little while to escape the interstates and the main roads, but I found the hidden back roads that were surrounded by woods. 150 miles worth of wooded backroads with the windows down, the music playing and the partly cloudy skies. I have no idea where I was or how to get back there, but it was what I was looking for. Good thing gas prices have gone down.

I'm not sure if I accomplished anything or came to any conclusions, but I escaped for a little while.