#adventure?

Back when my friend group was 60% larger (and I felt 100% less valued), I used to fantasize about just disappearing. Moving to a place where no one knew my name, and not tell anyone. It was an exciting and enthralling hypothetical adventure where I met new people and was accepted and had a nice clean slate.

Part of me always knew I'd do it. Not the disappearing without warning part, but going off on a new adventure somewhere else. I never liked living in California. I mean - I didn't hate it. But I was born to experience weather other than a light rain and year round 70% humidity.

And yet, somehow, now that I know it's coming? I'm almost scared.

If there was a door in front of you that you knew would close as soon as you stepped through, would you still go?

Or would you stick with the world you know, where things are familiar and safe?

I guess I hadn't really realized that I'd outgrown this place until now. My job is great, but it's not what I want, and there hasn't been any opportunities to move up. The responsibilities I'd taken on were gratifying, but I still feel like I can do more. I know I'm capable of it.

This would be one of those days where someone would say “Good Morning!” to me and I might be tempted to mutter in irritation, “Yeah? What’s good about it?” The morning arrived too soon and after a restless, too short sleep. “Sleep” is actually a charitable word for what was more like a fitful nap. I brought the bunnies with me and got them a new cage for the occasion. The problem? I was exhausted by the time we arrived at the hotel, and looked at the cage in despair. It would only be natural that the bunnies refused to cooperate and get into the carrier, forcing my overweight body to do acrobatics to manage the feat that they would not perform themselves. There was no way I could handle taking the cage in to the hotel. I was lamenting possibly having to have the bunnies sleep in their carrier - a cruel fate for several hours. Upon visiting the bathroom, I realized the perk of pet friendly rooms. The bathroom was equipped with stone floors and metal door jam! Milo attempted to chew on the stone baseboard but quickly abandoned the pursuit. In addition, the paint hadn’t been redone since some pet had scratched the crap out of it. I deemed the bathroom bunny friendly but still worried about them and my mind would not allow me to abandon frequent checks on them.