It’s time.

Time to skip town.

I feel it. Every instance of the day, I feel it.

As I drive to work, or to her house, or to the grocery store, or the movies, whenever the car is pointed west, I just want to keep going.

Colorado. The mountains. Maybe some snow.

I have the cash, but I also have obligations. We’ll see how much longer the obligations hold out over the drive to... well, drive.

What i'm listening to:

The Walker
Fitz & the Tantrums
More Than Just a Dream