La di da, I like to travel and I like to read (stating the obvious).
I had sort of put together that part of my love of reading is the desire for escapism. Life not exciting enough? Relationships not witty enough? Read a book!
But I'd never realized how much my love of traveling is also a form of escapism until today. Something disappointing happened, and I was all "lol checking plane tickets bye!"
In retrospect, I do this a lot. Job is boring--where should I go this weekend? I am insulted--I'll just go visit a friend who likes me. Can't handle it anymore--FINE I'LL JUST LEAVE THE COUNTRY KTHX.
I am a very mature and emotionally versatile person.
Haha.
But really, I want to go somewhere. Nowish.
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