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.