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What I Need?

I need a vacation. Nothing fancy. Not a cruise, not an epic adventure around the globe. Nope, I need some me time. I need a few days to myself, maybe some sites, maybe some wandering, maybe nothing. I really don't know. I know I need to wake up, look out the window and see something different. I don't care if it's warm or cold. I don't care if it's picturesque or plain. Honestly, I don't care. I really don't even care if I have company. I need some space anyway. I need to turn the phone off, turn the computer off and enjoy something simple. I'd love nothing more than to rent a cabin with a fireplace and lounge all evening, drinking a nice Port and having some fine goat cheese. I don't even need a TV. Honestly, I need something different.

I've somewhat come up with a plan, but this plan, might include others. I don't know if I want that. Sure I'd love to have female companion, but that's not really all that important. I'd even like a friend of the same sex to tag along, but that might just turn into more of the same. A drunk fest every evening with the following days harder and harder to manage. I've thought of Cooperstown, Buffalo, Niagara Falls. I've thought of D.C., Annapolis, Maybe even Philly. I've thought of greater trips to New Hampshire or Maine or maybe the opposite direction to somewhere warm. Maybe Savannah? Maybe a flight down to New Orleans...before Mardi Gras. Imagine a week alone there? Nothing but me, gumbo, jambalaya, po'boys, etouffee, Cajun everything! Maybe out to San Diego, to enjoy the perfect weather. Maybe Key West, a visit to my friend George's restaurant. Every day his menu, posted on Facebook, gets my salivary glands secreting in overdrive. Maybe I don't need a long trip. Maybe a room in the city. A dinner at some fine restaurant. Maybe it's that kind of new I need. Maybe it's a week off here, in my own little world, experiencing all there is that I pass by.

I don't know when or where I'm going, but I know I'm going. A wacky mix of Iron Maiden, Jack Johnson and Social Distortion blasting over the stereo. The destination really isn't that important. If I go alone it will be the rest, the relaxation, the recharging. I've talked, joked, about going into the wild, but that is careless and self indulgent nonsense. I just need something new. Maybe shock treatment, maybe little fish chewing the dead skin off my toes. Maybe while others are petting a dolphin, I'll pet a skunk. I don't want a cartoon mouse or to be hung upside down from my toes. I want the fire. The wine. The cheese. The peace. Or maybe it's beer, wings and mayhem. Who knows what I need? I know I don't.

Ideas welcome. If you wanna join, you're welcome too. OK not you, but you are.

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