Yeah I ran away from home.
I was sad, I was lonely, I was cold, and I was PMS-ing. I was homesick and I wanted an avocado. I wanted a real tortilla. I wanted to breathe the air that blows off the pacific ocean.
Like I so often do I looked at the ticket prices to leave right away (you know I’m spontaneous right), to my surprise they were affordable. PANIC. OMG, only two tickets at this price, should I go? I made a mental list of pros and cons. I looked at this important form I have been putting off dealing with and discovered that it was due Friday, I looked again to make sure I was not wrong. I booked the ticket. I had a good excuse. I had a form that needed a filing in hand, with ink, no two ways about it.
It was 1:00 AM when this happened. I threw some things in a suitcase and went to the airport. My flight left at 6:00 AM. Between cups of tea and in the cab I shot emails and texts to friends in SoCal. “Can I stay with you” “want to go to the beach?” “thirsty?” I worked out the details of my imminent trip to southern California.
In the back of my head I wondered if I was going to die. The sunshine is poison. I wondered if I was off my nut. Also I needed to be back on Monday at 8 am for a very important meeting.
But I got in the cab, got on the plane, and before I realized what was happening I was halfway over Montana. So what if I had my coat over my head, I was on my way.
When I landed it was raining. I got my form delivered to the requisite bureaucrat and went to the beach. It was exactly what I needed.
It is Wednesday morning and I’m a new woman. I’ll make up all the stories that I missed because of my momentarily AWOL, though many of them may be cryptic pottery.
I had some very sexy times.
