2.15.16

3:28 PM
I'm sitting on the floor in my room, googling towns near Dubuque to run away to for a few hours... You know sometimes you just feel kind of stuck and need to get in your car and drive or find a new place... it's one of those days. It's a Monday. I'm grateful for a car outside and $1.50 gas.
3:32 PM
I realize Potosi is only 25 minutes away.
3:35 PM
They don't have any open coffee shops.
3:40 PM
Still sitting in my room.
Listening to Bon Iver.
Ya know, he went for a winter and lived in a cabin in Wisconsin by himself....
and he wrote a wrote album while he was there. (Bon Iver... french for good winter... I think). But still.
I blame Bon Iver and Henry David Thoreau for me wanting to go live in a cabin and sort things out for awhile
3:42 PM
Platteville it is, not super different or random, but why the heck not?
4:11 PM

Roped in two of the roommates.
5:18 PM
after driving around aimlessly in Platteville looking for a gas station, we ended up going to a 1930s gas station...yeeeaaah.... and now we are sitting in a coffee shop in Platteville. I'm listening to the same music, typing the same homework (well not right now), thinking a lot of the same thoughts, but there is something soothing about being somewhere new. Somewhere that no one knows me, besides my two friends here with me. It's a sigh of relief from my structured Outlook Calendar.
 5:26 PM
So I wanted to run away alone at first. I wanted to drive somewhere, with no plan, and sit in a place, just with myself... in hopes that maybe something would change or make more sense.  Ha, sounds crazy, but it's the truth.
How about you?
Ever want to just run away? Ever try it? Did it help?
Sometimes I think that driving miles on a road will take me to a new place, not just externally, but internally too. And sometimes it does, but at the same time, there are moments where I drive minutes, hours, miles, whatever... and I come to find the same me. The same person that was sitting in my room two hours ago frantically googling places to drive my car to.
Today, running away was a good choice,
because I didn't reaally run away from anything...
the adventure was shared, and my heart was a little lighter.
Instead of cycling through the same thoughts during the drive to this coffee shop,
we told stories, laughed, jammed out a little, and just spent time with one another.
Nothing "crazy."
Just simple.
But I needed it.
5:32 PM
I sip my coffee and save this blog post... time to open a new Word Document and write a little paper for class.

Nelly Smith