Wanderlust

So, I'm sitting at home, alone, watching tv, when I should be out somewhere drinking, considering that it's friday night and I'm in college, but that's not really my thing. As I sit here, I realize just how desperately I need to get away. There's so much to this world that I simply haven't seen, so much that I want to do. So I turn the computer back on, after having told myself hours before that I was going to go to bed, and I search the internet for cars, thinking it would get me a decent idea of where to look or something to help me go. I don't need much. But then I stopped and looked around at the panelling on my walls and was somehow reminded of my first experience with travel. It was almost stereotypical- I was five, and we went to Disney World. I fell in love with the RV that my uncle had bought for the sake of the trip, and was heartbroken when he sold it because we weren't traveling any more.


Several hours later, I've looked at about five hundred used RV listings online.


And I'm still alone, at home.