I can't explain the desire to go elsewhere. It lives in all of us. When I drive on the 101, weaving in and out between mountains, I look at the towering hills and trees and wonder why I'm stuck inside a Honda. Distance draws you toward it in so many ways. It's so powerful but it can be conquered so easily. The act of travel alone is magnificent; seeing a place as you leave it. Passing a landmark knowing that the next time you see it, you'll be a different person.
So, I pack a bag. Several tee shirts, jackets, a few toiletries, a few good books, a large notepad, and a notebook. Wherever I'm going, I'll want to write about it.
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