After spending the past hour perusing an old travel journal from my semester abroad, I believe I've found the solution to my mind-numbing world-weariness: Priceline.com
Seriously...my customary carefree, chill state of mind has degenerated into an abysmal cavern of apathy. One good ol' plane ticket oughta jumpstart all enthusiasm gone astray. Because, God, I was so damn excited about EVERYTHING when I was traveling. Fun things happened. Like all the time. Even the bad things that happened were fun. Sleeping on the streets was fun and spilling beer in your opened suitcase was fun. I miss that kind of fun. I miss this:
[excerpt from "Liz's Austria Journal" written during a 20-plus hour boat ride to Greece, circa October 2005]
"Claire and Phil and I spent the night in a freezing stairwell. It was 8 am, I was fast asleep. Suddenly, I'm startled awake to Phil yelling, "PASSPORTS!!! PASSPORTS!!!" So I get mine out and I'm all out-of-it and then I look around and realize - there's no one there. Bastard."
My life used to be so cool. Heh.
This weekend did present a break from what I like to think are the longest 3 months of Buffalo (Jan -March = HELL). Paul and I roadtripped it out to Washington D.C. for the March for Life, stopping in at State College along the way to pick up a friend. In all honesty, the march was mostly an excuse to get out of Buffalo and to visit with Paul's nephew and nieces in Virginia. Highlights from the trip include dancing to Hall and Oats at a bar, one meal abundant with avocados, and playing outside in reasonable temperatures.
Seriously...my customary carefree, chill state of mind has degenerated into an abysmal cavern of apathy. One good ol' plane ticket oughta jumpstart all enthusiasm gone astray. Because, God, I was so damn excited about EVERYTHING when I was traveling. Fun things happened. Like all the time. Even the bad things that happened were fun. Sleeping on the streets was fun and spilling beer in your opened suitcase was fun. I miss that kind of fun. I miss this:
[excerpt from "Liz's Austria Journal" written during a 20-plus hour boat ride to Greece, circa October 2005]
"Claire and Phil and I spent the night in a freezing stairwell. It was 8 am, I was fast asleep. Suddenly, I'm startled awake to Phil yelling, "PASSPORTS!!! PASSPORTS!!!" So I get mine out and I'm all out-of-it and then I look around and realize - there's no one there. Bastard."
My life used to be so cool. Heh.
This weekend did present a break from what I like to think are the longest 3 months of Buffalo (Jan -March = HELL). Paul and I roadtripped it out to Washington D.C. for the March for Life, stopping in at State College along the way to pick up a friend. In all honesty, the march was mostly an excuse to get out of Buffalo and to visit with Paul's nephew and nieces in Virginia. Highlights from the trip include dancing to Hall and Oats at a bar, one meal abundant with avocados, and playing outside in reasonable temperatures.
