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.
2 comments:
Escapism is a normal human feeling. I mean look at high school students who would rather spend their time playing video games than doing their homework. I'm guilty of this a lot of the time, but frequently you need a break from what you're doing. So I believe that escapism can be a good thing in moderation.
I totally know what you mean! I've often had the urge to take off to a tropical island. Snorkeling, relaxing on a beach, drinking a strawberry daquiri, etc. This tends to happen especially during finals...
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