This is the first time, in a long time, that I’ve had things to do (midterm, papers, meetings, events) and I have not felt overwhelmed or stressed by them.
At least, not consistently. If we’re being honest here, I was struggling last week–not for school reasons but for LIFE reasons, ya know?
I was feeling a little like Captain Ahab–grim about the mouth; a damp, drizzly November in my soul; finding myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I met; and especially letting my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it required a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off.*
Like Captain Ahab, I accounted it high time to get to seas as soon as I could.
Which is in two weeks!
At first, I thought a road trip to St. Louis would be perfect. Then, I figured if I was driving I may as well go anywhere.
I thought it would be a great time to visit San Francisco and see the Redwoods. Then, I figured if I was driving that far I may as well make stops in Colorado, Utah and Nevada.
The reality of how much work would need to be done on my car before I began this adventure set in pretty quickly and no. Just no.
There’s an Amtrak station an hour away from my hometown that heads West and I love the old-timey nature of train rides. So, trains.
And those were just the beginning of the week plans! Since last June I have reserved the last days of my Spring break for Chicago.
Right now I’ve got Chicago, the idea of trains (no tickets purchased) and wanderlust…
And while we’re speaking of trains–Hey, Pete and Harry!