Get Away

I'm four and a half hours away from anywhere that could possibly be called home.  Even though nowhere feels like home to me right now.  I'm trying to figure out what to say.  I really don't have anything to write here.  There's nothing for me to say.  Tomorrow will be busy.  I probably will write at this point, but I don't know when or what.

Right now, I don't want to go anywhere.  I just want to sit here and curl up and pretend the world doesn't exist.  Being away is rather nice for a change.  It means that right now, nothing can touch me.  Or rather, to a point, it can.  But not nearly the same way it could when I was four and a half hours closer to "home."  So I'm sitting in a bed in a hotel, without needing to think about any of that...not yet, anyway.

I'm finally catching up on various TV shows, which I haven't seen in quite a while.  It's a break.  It's a much-needed break.  I like that.  So maybe I am procrastinating a bit, and maybe I'm going to spend the next couple of days ignoring reality.  But so what of that?  It's been a long week, and goodness knows I could most definitely use the break.  I'm going to enjoy it while I can get it.