Itch

I feel myself itching to get out of town. Here I am, on the verge of buying a house, and everything inside of me wants to go, to move, to get on the road. The freedome of being able to go anywhere. Somewhere else, where no one really knows who you are, and you could be anyone. It's like a performing a cleanse of sorts. Cleaning out the closet of expectations on you, to be who everyone else thinks you are. To act instinctively, rather than always as you should. The road has always known who you were, but it's nice when it can take you where you can be who you are - even if only for the weekend. Monday morning will see me back at work.