Vacation

I'm taking a spur of the moment trip. Getting the hell out of Dodge. I don't know if I've ever been able to do that. At this time tomorrow, I'll be somewhere in Nevada. Not Las Vegas. Enjoying music, fun, and really bad for you snack food. I'm expecting it to be awesome. Just like senior year except for funner. It's gonna be superfun. And supernice.

I've started making a mental list of all the things I must remember to take; my brother's stupid shit he left with me almost three years ago and never came back to get, my Netflix, my precious CD's, my phone, my laptop, a book or two, my camera(s).

This is the most I have ever visited my family since I left ten years ago. I guess I'm becoming quite the world traveler, or something like that. This will be the fourth time this year I've visited. It just occurred to me that perhaps I'm so comfortable travelling because I've never really felt at home anywhere. Or actually, almost anywhere. So the whole world is my home. Or something like that. I sound like an idiot. But whatever, I don't care.

I'm on vacation and you're not. Try not to cry about it.