I have a severe hankering to jump into a fossil fuel-powered automobile, drive to a train station, and trek across an expanse of land watching monuments and scenery fly by on my way to open skies and dusty trails. Wear boots and a bandana. Travel.

Once back home, pack and get on a plane and travel to a place full of people speaking another language, living in a culture I want to absorb and try to understand.



Bay rum.



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