For breakfast, coffee and a chilly walk to the Capital. A nice way to spend the first part of Friday, to be sure. I had to tell him about what happened Thursday in Texas though, since he’d been traveling. Not the kind of news you want to tell a person you like.
An Underground Wanderlust.
I love where I live. I love Baltimore. I love my job, the places I get coffee during the day, my bike ride to work. I love my friends and family and social networks in Baltimore. I love my apartment and relaxing and reading here.
But I feel deeply infected with some kind of restlessness. Maybe it’s because it’s summer and I work in higher education. Maybe it’s the whole trying to have a baby thing but of course not knowing when/if it’s worked. Or it could even be that I haven’t been able to get away from my normal life for more than a day or two at a time for too long. Even that the stupid person who ran my foot over prevented me from going on my favorite camping trip of the year over Memorial Day.
I can’t tell where this wanderlust is coming from or what will slake it. Extended travel is out of the question for at least the next year, save a trip to Illinois for dissertation defenses. We might be able to get away for a day or even a long weekend, but that’s it. I don’t think I’m going to get to go camping until October, and then I have to help run a large camping trip — so it will be more work than relaxing.
I know — who gets to travel as much as they want to? I should feel lucky that I get to travel the little bit I do.
Washington was awesome, but now I’m sick!
I will certainly get to posting photos/etc. from my short trip weekend. But now I’m tied to hankies, tea and athletic shorts. I’m ignoring all warnings about the bad flu, but remind me I said that.
You might think someone who’s “into” cycling would have a lot of those tight pants. Nope. None. The only ones I have a loose and light. What’s funny is that all the athletic type shorts I own are gifts and also from the universities/college I attended. My undergrad ones are missing and, frankly, illegible. My MA pair, well, I can’t wear them outside. They cling, uh, the wrong way. It’s not decent. No. Not at all.. I’m wearing my Doc pair tonight. You can kinda read them. I got them for my 24th birthday. Six M-F-in years ago.
What the hell do I need all these nylon shorts and degrees for?
My brain is a little fevered. Excuse me.