On The Road Again

Have you ever asked yourself, as you're driving down the highway toward your destination: What if I just kept going?
On Tuesday, as I drove down the New Jersey Turnpike on my way from New York to central Pennsylvania, with the warm air blowing from the vents and the sun reflecting off the dashboard, I thought: I could just keep driving south all the way to Florida. I could just keep driving until I've left the bad weather (it was 15 degrees in Manhattan) and the debts and all the clutter I've accumulated during my 30+ years on this earth behind me. I could start all over again. But, of course, I can't--not really. And, really, I wouldn't want to leave everything else behind--certainly not my husband (though I would really love to leave that debt behind somewhere far, far away).
Still, for those 2 hours that I was on the road, there was no boss hovering, no deadline looming, no phone ringing (I'd shut off my cell). It was just me and my music and the highway stretched out before me. And it was wonderful.
Now I'm in Chicago, visiting my sister (and my nearly 2-week old niece). And she needs to use the computer. More soon.