Right now, more than anything, I want to go.
To Paris for a day. To Africa for a week. To Italy for a month.
To Mexico for the rest of my life.
It's not that I want to leave. I just want to go. I want to step onto a plane, press my nose against the window the whole way, and wander around Italy in a striped dress, carrying only my camera. I don't want to come back until I'm totally, sobbingly homesick.
If you could just go, right this moment, where would you go and what would you do?
Right now, I'll go snuggle with my squishy baby niece, and eat yet another Krispy Kreme donut. There might also be ice cream.
