Leavin' On a Jet Plane...

...or maybe just a Honda...either way, I'm headed out of town in a matter of hours. Going to travel up to Ohio to see an old buddy from school. We've known each other since fourth grade and still haven't managed to kill/annoy/beat the crap out of one another. (Can you kill the crap out of someone...eww...didn't need that image in my head. Wow...)

As always, we have merely a vague notion of a "plan", but that's the best type of vacation for me. One of the only things my biological father did with me that I actually enjoyed was when he picked me up when I was around 16 from my mother's house. I got in the car (box) and he said, "Pick a direction." I didn't understand at first, but once I did and answered (north), off we went. We ended up at Put-in-Bay/Kelly's Island/Lake Erie. I don't remember everything we did, but that moment in the car is vivid as yesterday (more, probably).

On the one hand, I'm dreading the 2.5 hour drive by myself. On the other, well, it's just not here. No kids, no husband, no doing laundry or cleaning or work or even homework (that's right, I'm leaving my books here...well, most of them...I might take one...but I won't look at it!... too much.) How much trouble can one girl who is feeling a little lost right now get into? I guess we'll find out!