I have always been a restless sort and a bit of a loner. I'm guessing those two attributes compliment each other.
While I'm here, I'm forever dreaming about being "there". Sometimes the gypsy in me makes for some lonely times but it doesn't stop me from wanting to climb upon the ribboned highway and speed away to parts known and unknown.
I plan most things and organize accordingly. I like my house to be tidy and organized. I have no patience for looking for my things. I want to know exactly where they are and I want them to be there when I need them.
Into the wind? That's another story. I could grab a suitcase, stuff it with clothes appropriate to the climate and nose my car up onto the ramp to the interstate. I don't always travel the interstates, the by ways are scenic and a place I like to loiter. Sailing into a small town and stopping at small shops beside the highway is a break time for me from traveling.
My gypsy feet are itching. It's summer and I want to be on the road. I've talked about Myrtle Beach, WV and closer to home, Galveston for a day or two. It's only a matter of time before something moves and I suspect it will be me.
I'm restless and I need a nice long road trip to blow some cobwebs from the brain. Sometimes I travel in silence; the radio turned off and my brain turned on. It's a great time for sorting and tidying up the grey matter.
I'm off to the shower and to get dressed. I don't want to spend today indoors. Happy Sunday to everyone.