It's about time to start planning another great escape.

It's time to get away from the ordinary only to want to be surrounded by it again. Edith Wharton said (and I quote quite loosely here), " Americans are just as ready to leave an event as they are to arrive to it."

What part of our nature/nurture brought us to this? I hate to admit that I feel the same way at times. You know its true. After a week or two of magical black sand beaches, or cold Parisian streets....it's time to come home again.

Nothing beats finding a cat asleep in your dresser, and your turtle napping on a lily pad.

Maybe the excitement builds up and up and UPPPP, only to let us down. That's just life though. Fuck.

I get wayyyy to excited.

These are the things that I want to escape from (I know you didn't forget that I enjoy lists):

The ever impending doom that is my future.
Falling in and out of things.
Watching things fall apart around me and having no idea what to do.
Making huge decisions regarding my education.
Working 14 shifts in 8 days.
Internet.
Cell Phones.
Cold Weather.
Closed toed shoes.

I think you know where I am going with this....
It's about time for Costa.

Maybe not forever, but at least for a little while.

And hey, I would love to hold your hand and walk to a Soda with you. Stella and Samson can come as well. It will be lovely.