Sunday, May 04, 2008
I felt it two days ago for the first time: the stirring breeze, the call for movement, that first hint of summer solstice calling me forward.
Historically, I freak right out every summer. In fact, every job I've ever quit, I've quit in the months of June, July or August. It's an itch that I have to try real hard not to scratch. Ever since I noticed the pattern, I decided to stop fighting it and instead try to find ways to build this semi-nomadic wanderlust into my lifestyle.
Luckily this year the roadtrip is built-in. I have only three more weeks in the South, and then I'm heading back West to rejoin my fiance. It seems so far away but I know it's gonna happen fast.
California is not done with me yet.