whatever

i'm tired. i'm really, really tired. and i want to run away. this feeling comes over me every few months... i think i inherited my mom's run-away-from-your-problems way of life. when things were bad at home, we hopped in the car for a day trip to new orleans... i need a day trip to new orleans.

i can remember saturday mornings, waking up, wandering into the living room only to see my mom dressed and ready. she'd surprise us with, "who wants to go to new orleans for the day?" and it was a day. we'd stop off at the esprit outlet, the only store that ever sold clothes that fit me, and head downtown for lunch. then we'd head to the mall, where we'd shop for the rest of the day. at that time, new orleans had all the stores we didn't have in baton rouge. 

after a long, exhausting day, we'd head home. we'd find my dad there, tired from a long day working either in the yard or his shop. and we'd all sit down for dinner and a quiet night of tv.

having moved to canada, i get that running away doesn't eliminate your problems, but it sure does make you forget about them for a moment in time.