need of the hour

every once in a while, i feel this urge. 

the urge to leave everything and run away. 

i've blogged before about how i love running away. escaping. re-inventing myself after said escape. finding the new me. 

it's been 3 years. will be 4 shortly. since i last escaped. 

i got so caught up in life, and routine that i didn't have the time to 'want' to escape. 

now, it's hitting me. like a wave hits the wall at the beach and dies... as foam. i need to escape. i need to run away. 

i need a change. 

i feel claustrophobic. and it has nothing to do with the stress of job hunting. 

i recognize this feeling. it's not stress. 

i'm beginning to feel settled, and it's unsettling me. 

i wish i knew how else to handle it, but i don't. 

some call it wanderlust. some, plain escaping. 

i don't care what it's called. 

i want it. 

i need it.