I'm having one of those crazy nights where sleep is no where to be found and the mind just runs at a mile a second. Oddly enough, I feel like packing up my shit and just driving non-stop until I run out of gas. Don't ask me why, I just feel like it. I guess part of the reason why I love to travel so much is the ability to leave everything behind and discover something new. Seeing new places and meeting new people is a thrill in life that excites me. I guess that's just my "screw loose" or something but that screw is getting really loose with all this stress. Finals are coming up, end of year reports at work are due soon, still haven't really "dealt" with the death of my sister, my husband is getting stressed out and feels worthless since he has no job and hasn't much of any way of contributing to our advancement........ I just want to jump in my car and go. Go without looking back. I know I can't do it but the idea does tickle my fancy for some reason.

*sigh*

What can one do but just keep moving forward, right?