There it is....that feeling again...

It's been awhile since I've written on this side of my internet life so I figured I'd go Rent with it and "No Day but Today" the shit out of this blog.

I learned something about myself this afternoon. And it's that I wont leave my apartment when the fire alarm goes off because in my mind it's just some a-hole kid pulling levers and forcing me out of my cat cove. Now, I did go out in the hallway to see if there was smoke or screaming people. There were neither. And I was right. A-hole kids. I worried for a second when I saw the firemen out of the hall window but they looked bored and a little irritated so I retreated and put my headphones back on, and went back to my life of nothings and somethings.

But if there had been actually been an emergency, I would have been SOL most likely. And really, The Wiz would be most SOL. Because he retreated to the furthest corner beneath my bed, vehemently refusing to come out. Oh well. In my book, cats are irreplaceable in that they shouldn't be replaced and if that took me down to just Tiny, who is technically not my own cat, I wouldn't mind. Sorry Wiz.

I'm starting to get that feeling in the marrow of my bones. That wandering, need-for-adventure, do something weird kind of feeling. I never realized how much I like city life until I lived on the outskirts of Boston. I wouldn't mind getting down to Texas for awhile, but with a little chemical help I might make it more happily through an east coast winter and there's something about that side of the country that is magnetic. And then there's the other side. Northern Cali. Seattle. Vancouver. Part of me kind of just wants to live everywhere.

Wanderlust is a violent force in my blood. I think I was a train-hopping hobo in a previous life, living on the run and seeing the frontier from a boxcar.

Like The Boxcar Children. One of my favorite book series as a little kid. I completed it in the first grade, no joke. Why were those little kids living on a train anyway? I have no idea. Wait...does that guy have my eyes? I think yes.

But yeah, the clock is ticking. Time to go...time to go...time to go. But the mind is saying...um no you cant. No you cant. No you cant.

And the other part is thinking, "Oh girl, you just prob need a vaca. To somewhere you hasn't been yet. Get there, girl. Get gone for a wkend!" This voice is prob the one I should pay attention to.

We shall see.