So about a year ago I was in Hawaii. I would really like to be in Hawaii right now. Hell, I'd settle for just being in the Honolulu airport for a few days.
I'd love to go somewhere. I've been on several great trips in the last couple years, from Dublin to Germany / Italy to Hawaii. Alfie is going to the UK soon. But I'm trying to save money I remind myself all over again.
Shawn is trying to get me to head out to Frisco and see his swanky Bachelor Pad right near Golden Gate Park. Chris wants me to come hang out in New Mexico. But I'm trying to save money I remind myself.
Sigh and ah well. There is a remote possibility that work will send me to Arizona to the proving grounds (in a C6, no less!) which would be the first actually cool trip I've been on since working here. (The low point of course being drive testing in Florida during 9/11 with lots of angry Germans and then having to drive home because a hurricane shut down the airports the day after they reopened post-911).
So, feeling envious that I'm not in Hawaii, I went to the Maui Wowi coffee joint today instead of 'Bucks and got some Kona. It was good, but it didn't even come close to feeding the urge to move, to cover miles upon miles and see something new, breathe some different air for a while.
