Want to Run Away?

“Sometimes I just want to run away.”

“To where?”

“I don’t know. Does it matter? I just want to get in my truck, pick a direction and go there. I want to see the world, all of it. And I just don’t think I’ll be happy until I do. I’m not the 9-5, stuck in a cubicle type. I think I’ve proved that a dozen times over now. I want to run away and explore life, to see what’s out there. I don’t think I’m meant for a ‘normal life.’ Actually, I know I’m not. I just want to get out there and see what I want to see.”

“Can I come too?”

After much deliberation, some discussion, and a few cookies, I’ve decided my husband can come, and so can you. So, let’s go. Run away with me.