Life is a Highway....

I have that restless feeling, deep down. I need a break from life, from reality and what I need to do is get away….. FAST! I need a fast car, a tank of gas, a bunch of CDs full of my favorite songs and an open road.

The only one of these things I have right now is the music.

My car is not a car but a 1995 Chevy Suburban. I have a love/hate relationship with it. I call it the “Tank” or the “Big Green Monster”…. It was bought for my Ex to have a car when he took a new job with his company and would no longer have a company car. But, in the divorce, I got the one without a payment and he got my beautiful Lincoln Navigator. It was big but it drove amazingly! It was a great, almost better than sex feeling to drive it. Six disk changer, great sound, sun roof….. It drove like I drive. Make sense? No? The way it handled fit my driving style.

The Tank doesn’t have a full tank of gas either. I had $10 to spare for gas this morning. So it got 5 gallons. I’m so glad tomorrow is pay day! But, I can say I survived a really bad financial …. Well I was going to say week but really month! February has got to be better, right?

Open road is missing too. This is Houston. There are millions of people here and of course traffic. Now yesterday talking to the Ex, I was stuck in traffic and I said something about traffic. He, by the way, hates Houston. He said, “I’m glad you are actually saying something bad about the traffic in Houston. I didn’t think you knew it existed.” Or something like that. I said, “Umm, hello. Of course there is traffic. Who really likes it? But, I can still like Houston but not the traffic. Duh!”

So I should rent a Ford Mustang, fill it up, grab all my CDs (or maybe burn a few new ones) and head out West. I love everything Texas but especially San Antonio, Austin, San Marcos, New Braunfels and really just anything West of Houston or the Texas Hill Country.

I just want to go and not have a destination or a plan. I don’t want to have a set amount of time I will be gone…. Just come back when I feel better. If that is a few hours or a few days.

Sigh…. For now it is a day dream. Maybe this summer while the kids are with dad, I can make part of this come true. I don’t know about the fast car, it might be the tank and there will be no open road until I get heading out of Houston but until then I will have to ignore the call of the highway, the Hill Country and my restless soul.