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I need a vacation desperately. I am talking about physical and mental need to be away from everything that is the daily grind. I think I am just in need of different scenery, different smells, and different people. I need something inspirational. I need something to put me in touch with the feelings and ideas that are buried at the moment.

I am in love with the idea of giving everything we own away and buying an RV and traveling around meeting people and seeing things we normally wouldn't ever see in this lifetime. Giving our children hands on lessons about what it is like to be alive, and writing about everything we experience along the way, the culture, the food, and the lives of the people who we find interesting.

I used to dream of owning a house with a lot of nice sparkly things inside. Having a big yard and nice neighbors, planting our feet firmly and living happily ever after. But all of this moving and shedding our skin and our pasts is so refreshing. Reinventing our lives and our futures seemingly every August :) is a much more appealing way of life to me than sitting on the same front porch watching the same cars drive by for the next fifty years or so.

The weird thing is that I usually only get these roaming urges every year or so. It is becoming more of an obvious need for me. We just got here and I am already ready to pack it up and move on. I wish everyone in my house felt the same. Or maybe I need them to keep me in some sort of reality check.

I must admit that this comfort binge on fresh broccoli and carrots isn't quite as pleasing as say...a box of Godiva. But considering the length of time I would have to spend on the treadmill to work off an entire box of Godiva, I will stick to the veggies. I also keep having to remind myself that I gave up dairy products and that chocolate is the devil. It is just so damned hard when it tastes so good!

I am definitely a person with an addictive personality. You name it, I can get addicted to it with a quickness. I guess it is in my family gene pool somewhere. I come from a long line of addicts of different sorts. I guess it is a good thing I never took up smoking crack then, isn't it?

Posted by gwendolyn on January 10, 2001 at 11:58 AM