conjuring up ways to get myself back on an airplane. what is this restlessness inside of me? travel, adventure, newness…it's like food and water to me. i suppose in some ways i feel so stuck, those aforementioned deep underground basement ways, and having travel, movement, on the calendar makes it tolerable. 

no, that's not really it.

i just like to go places. hurl myself through space in a speeding vessel of steel. imagining it's me that has wings. feet landing somewhere unfamiliar. faces never before seen. the opportunity to reintroduce myself, both inside and out.  be opened, scared a little and jarred into fresh perspective.

 it's addicting.

 and i can't wait for the next time.