"ia"

Sometimes I dream about what it would be like to just pick up and leave. Not forever. Maybe just a week or two. What it would be like to buy a ticket to Spain, hop on a plane and go... not telling anyone until I get there.


It would be amazing to look down at my routines from the window seat of an airplane while I sip a coke and choke down some of those complimentary peanuts... kissing my responsibilities goodbye for a little while and allowing myself to forget that I will come back to them.


To stay in a little Spanish villa with mis-matched furniture and cool night breezes that make my curtains dance to the sound of the music coming from the little man playing guitar on the street corner.


To hear the sound of cobblestone on the bottoms of my red heels I bought earlier that day.


To go to a restaurant, close my eyes, run my finger down the menu and order whatever it landed on... with a nice glass of merlot of course.


To wake up not to the thud of my thoughts on what I need to get done that day but to the sounds of little mopeds whizzing by and murmurs of people at the local market place.


To go down to that market place and buy a bag of grapes just for the sake of being like Diane Lane.


To roam around in broad daylight, a time usually cluttered with textbooks, and to just be a wallflower, silently peering into the routines of others while make up their story.... giving them names, significant others, jobs, favorite meals and entire personalities.


To read a book that I want to read over a cup of coffee not from starbucks but from some coffee shop whose name ends with "ia."


To look up at the walls of Segovia castle and marvel at the intricate details that make them look like they are made of chocolate waffers.


Most of all, to look over a cliffside and be paralized by the beauty before me of the city and to know that I am ready to come home.

redundancy

Maybe these ambitions that I polish up and hang on my wall are simply for show and all I really want to do is climb into bed under the security of my 400 count and not do anything.
Maybe if I'm silent enough, my responsibilities will over look me how my friends used to in hide and seek.
What happened to those days?
The days of hide and seek.
The days when the only thing I had to worry about was getting in before the streetlights lit the pavement.
The days when we set our watches by when Full House was on TV or when we had ice cream man radar.
Why don't those juice boxes taste the same?
Why do I play pretend with Julia and have to call it "pretend" because I can't really see those pirate ships and dinosaurs the way that she can?
What if that's just life?
Maybe I shouldn't be surprised but rather, more accepting.
Maybe I should have expected life to become the routine that it has.
School, homework, meetings, more homework, sleep.
Redundancy
Redundancy
Redundancy
Redundancy
… redundancyoh…..midnight. Time for sleep.