Get your motor runnin'....
Alright, so I seem a bit hung up on this suburbia thing, but get used to it... I'm having difficulty admitting that I'm settling in to Suburbia quite well. There are still a few things I miss about Xanadu and it's neighborhood, but that's to be expected...
Moving on, it seems I engage in some mundanely bizarre hobbies, one of which is driving. I absolutely love to hop in my car with a bottle of cold water and just drive. (As much as I do love driving, this does not mean that I'm pleased to be subjected to the nightmares of real traffic, nor do I relish fighting that distressing a.m. crunch...)
Anyhow, it seems that I simply crave the solitude of just plopping on the body-worn leather in my Toyotan respite-on-wheels and driving. I usually go in the evenings, whether it’s after sunset and the threat of rush hour has passed, well after midnight, or any time in between.
I do my best thinking alone in my car, absorbing the softly grooving Moby on my stereo (there's another story there...) as the wide open sunroof allows the mild evening winds to wisp the hairs on the top of my head into a tangle. Forget therapy. All I need is a smoothly paved road with very little else on it to do the trick...
Especially now.
While living in the city, being able to just go for a drive was a chore. There is always traffic. Even at 4am on a Tuesday... If I wanted to get away from it, I had to drive on a freeway, which didn't really seem to have the desired effect, never giving me the serenity to which I'd grown accustomed while living in Suburbia when I was younger.
Now that I've returned to Suburbia, I get to do those awesome nighttime drives again. I recently took a 45 minute drive heading west and north of my new home. I'm way the hell out here, as I passed several actual pastures on my adventures. (Not just the handful-of-acres-and-we-got-some-cows-here places you see sprinkled along the edges of Suburbia... Actual pastures...)
I think I might like it here. I feel better already.
Moving on, it seems I engage in some mundanely bizarre hobbies, one of which is driving. I absolutely love to hop in my car with a bottle of cold water and just drive. (As much as I do love driving, this does not mean that I'm pleased to be subjected to the nightmares of real traffic, nor do I relish fighting that distressing a.m. crunch...)
Anyhow, it seems that I simply crave the solitude of just plopping on the body-worn leather in my Toyotan respite-on-wheels and driving. I usually go in the evenings, whether it’s after sunset and the threat of rush hour has passed, well after midnight, or any time in between.
I do my best thinking alone in my car, absorbing the softly grooving Moby on my stereo (there's another story there...) as the wide open sunroof allows the mild evening winds to wisp the hairs on the top of my head into a tangle. Forget therapy. All I need is a smoothly paved road with very little else on it to do the trick...
Especially now.
While living in the city, being able to just go for a drive was a chore. There is always traffic. Even at 4am on a Tuesday... If I wanted to get away from it, I had to drive on a freeway, which didn't really seem to have the desired effect, never giving me the serenity to which I'd grown accustomed while living in Suburbia when I was younger.
Now that I've returned to Suburbia, I get to do those awesome nighttime drives again. I recently took a 45 minute drive heading west and north of my new home. I'm way the hell out here, as I passed several actual pastures on my adventures. (Not just the handful-of-acres-and-we-got-some-cows-here places you see sprinkled along the edges of Suburbia... Actual pastures...)
I think I might like it here. I feel better already.

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