Today when I woke up, I was restless.

Not in the “I’m going to spring out of bed and take on the day” sense.

In fact, I stayed in bed half an hour longer than I should’ve.

No, I’m talking about the “If I wake up to the same sight much longer I might gouge my eyes out” kind of restless.

It’s been a bit since I last traveled…too long, in fact.

Sure, I take day trips to Madison and Chicago…but they’re familiar territory.

I don’t even need to pull out my phone to figure out where I need to be in these places.

I need to get lost.

I need a full tank of gas and a direction to head.

I need something to break up the monotony of my class-going, sandwich making, oversleeping life.

And I need it soon.

For most of today, I’ve spent time making itineraries to: California, Oregon, Washington, New York, Boston, Baltimore, Nashville, Holland, Switzerland, Austria, and Germany.

I’ve been looking up flights, accommodations, and attractions.

I’ve been deal hunting, scheduling extra shifts, and number crunching.

I’ve been looking at old photographs through watery eyes.

I’ve decided that this summer, I’m going somewhere.

No, I’m not sure where yet…but I’m going to make damn sure it isn’t here.

You’re moving in the fall- shouldn’t you be saving up?

Yes, yes I should. But I also need to save myself before I do anything else- especially before going through another semester.

Truth be told, I don’t know what I’m doing.

I’m more scatterbrained than I’ve ever been before, but I think I have the solution.

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