I was trying to think and be creative and it hit me. I am tired. Not sure why, but I really am. Totally zoning today as I write. Not much seems to upset me. This alone is a novelty and I’m trying to enjoy it. But it made me long for the opportunity to run away. Maybe to a Bed and Breakfast where I could sleep as much as I wanted to, eat snacks (except for an exceptionally wonderful breakfast), and maybe even write. There’s one I have in mind that isn’t too far from home that is actually a gorgeous log cabin and each room as a whirlpool tub! Just a few nights of peace and quite and rest. Yup. That would be sweet.
But then I think about it and if I’m going to run away, shouldn’t I be more creative? How about to St. Louis to visit a dear friend, Amy, who is now a massage therapist! Oh, yeah. Fun with my friend, Amy AND a massage!? Sounds sweet! Of course I take no kids with me.
Then I think to myself. I’ve never been to New York. To go there with a friend would be an adventure. Facing the new, seeing a Broadway show, visiting Central Park and other things, like the Statue of Liberty and the site of the 9/11 attacks.
Obviously money is not an equation in my dreams of escape.
Ultimately, I’d hop a flight to London. Heathrow Airport, here I come! To have fish and chips in a pub. To attempt to master the British pound. To take a tour to a castle or two again and get totally whacked out by the drivers going down the left side of the road! Tower of London, cathedrals. I missed Hyde Park last time I was there, so to spend time there would be sweet too. Yup, jolly ol’ England beckons. Probably even more so, as I long to get back into a final edit of “The Virtuous Viscount” to prepare for shopping it around and possible publication I could write about London, while, gasp, in LONDON! Whoa!
I don’t really care about escaping the cold of winter in Wisconsin, although I am feeling a bit chilled right now. It’s more about adventure . . . and a spot of rest. I long for a bit of time away from the daily challenges of being a mom and living my life. I don’t want to be gone forever from my life. . . just take a break from it.
How about you? It’s January and do you have any “cabin fever” already where you long for some adventure and a change from your regular life? If money were no object and you could go anywhere . . . where would you go, and why?