get outta town

What is it about getting "out of town" that is so enticing? Pack up your car, fly down the highway, and watch the road signs whiz by. Sometimes, the destination is almost immaterial. It's anywhere but here. In my daydream, I usually imagine the windows being down and the air is a little warm, but not too warm. In actuality, I have the a/c on and I'm belting out "Perfect Day" by Hoku. Yes, I'm that girl.

Ironically, I found out after spending a week and a half out of town, all I really wanted was to be home. I wanted to be in my room and eat my own food. I wanted to walk down my sidewalk or around the neighborhood if I chose. There's a weird pull between wanting comfort, but desiring something new. Liking what you may have, but asking yourself - what else is out there? After going through the TFP, I learned that this desire is creational. We were obviously made for something else. We're surrounded by the temporal, but our soul yearns for the eternal.

I have no answers, only musings. Ah, life. Gets me every time.