I spend a lot of time in airports. In fact, I’m in one now. With all of the planes departing and arriving, it’s only logical that the allure of spontaneous travel might be appealing at times. I’ve found myself wanting to hop on the next flight to somewhere, somewhere usually tropical or at the very least, warm, wanting to get to somewhere new, better, hotter. I often long to go to get TO it all, whatever it is there that awaits me. And today, for the first time in a long time, I find myself wanting to again hop on a plane, but this time, wanting to get away FROM it all. I don’t often find life overwhelming, but today, part of me just wanted to run away, go MIA, running from what I’ve got and towards something much, much simpler.

I know its not that simple, but oh, if only it were.