I am more often than facinated with the idea of moving. Not as in how we move or the physical aspect of moving, but of always being on the run. Or wondering where the hell everyone is going to...
I think it comes from the fact that I grew up next to an off ramp on one of the busiest expressways in Illinois. Late at night, when I was like 12, I would sit and watch all of these cars coming and going and wonder just what they were doing. Where were they going? Why?
I still think about that alot, but more lately it has more often been about me being the one who is moving. Driving to somewhere, anywhere. No destination. Just going. Moving.
I took a big road trip with some friends a few years ago and when we were all planning it all out I told them that I'd be up for most of the driving. Now keep in mind we basically drove all over the pacific Northwest, into parts of Canada, and back home to Illinois. It was alot of driving. Up and down mountains, across rivers and fields.. I was so god damn happy at all the driving I got to do then. It is really freaky.
Then I moved down to Texas and it was great in that it was another long drive that I got to make. I had someone riding down with me, but I drove all 18 hours. And since moving back to Illinois around 6 months ago, I've been obsessed with the idea of going back. I have other reasons for that, but I can't tell you how fantastic the idea of leaving right now and hopping in my car and going to Texas sounds.
I'll be going to work in the morning and get on the expressway, and it's like there is something pulling me to make a wrong turn and head South.
So.. yeah.. I do have a weird thing I think about all the time. Sorry for going off on a tangent. I've never really tried to put that feeling into words.
I should add that a big part of it is the music you listen to on the road. And now that I've got my iPod I can only imagine the nirvana to be had with a long trip.