This summer has been like every other summer for me--long periods of sanity-threatening ennui, punctuated by exhilarating and exhausting trips around the country. I've been in 14 weddings in the last 3 years (not including the ones I've been to), most of which were out of state. Many of my good friends live in different states and my family lives in an entirely different hemisphere, so I have plenty of excuses to travel. Excuses that sound more responsible than the other reasons I travel, i.e. boredom, stasis-anxiety, and wanderlust.
Not wanting this summer to be let-down, I made sure to travel this summer, hitting Philadelphia, NYC, and Charlotte earlier this summer. The most recent trip was to New England, one region of the country which I've never seen. We went to NH, MA, and ME, and passed through CT as well.
This trip gratified my deep-rooted wanderlust. I traveled close to 3000 miles in a subcompact car with 3 friends. Friends who, I might add, are exceedingly cool. The 4 of us gallivanting around, looking for places to visit and pictures to take and things to eat. We hiked a tad, drove around in a convertible doing our best to look cool, sampled the local cuisine, and even satisfied our primal consumeristic urges at a local shopping center.
Now I am tired. Sleepy time.