Orange Zombie

I feel like I need to go somewhere.  Get away.  I haven't gone anywhere further than LA for quite some time now, at least over a year.  At least.  What does this do to me?  It makes me think less.  I'm so used to my routine of my everyday that there isn't really much that I need to think about. 

It's like that one writer/journalist who went to some eastern European country and couldn't speak the language.  She got so much writing done because all the distractions had been pretty much stripped from her and she was left with nothing but tv she couldn't understand and her own thoughts. 

I'm not HDT (Henry David Thoreau) when I travel or anything, but it's definitely refreshing.  I guess it's a bigger version of those times when you forget your cellphone at home.  At first, you freak out because omg you're missing an appendage, but after a while, you realize how relaxed you've become because you don't have to worry about your personal tethering device.  You don't worry about those everyday impositions by whomever wants you to contact them back and you're left with whatever thoughts and feelings you have of how your day is going for you and only you (or whoever you might also be with).  It's grand.  Guess what, you're actually a person!  Not just a couple of thumbs on the other end of a text message.

So yeah, I want to go somewhere.  Seattle/Vancouver, I'm looking at you.