It never fails, come August I am yearning to escape!
Escape the heat, humidity and crazy daily storms. I walk my dog pretty early, around 5:30am. At that time of the day you would think it would be fairly nice outside. But the humidity is so thick it feels like I’ve hit a wall. It sucks the life out of me. I go through my day zapped of all energy. Work becomes less enjoyable because I just need to get it over with. I am very thankful for our crazy daily storms though, and if we have more than two days without them, I get a little antsy as things dry up very, very quickly. My wish is always the same around this time of year…I want to be in the mountains, maybe Tennessee. Ah, yes, that sounds pretty terrific. But, I can not be where I want to be, so I will go from my air conditioned house, to my air conditioned car and then to my air conditioned workplace. Basically Summertime in Florida means HIBERNATION!
Escape the traffic. My commute to work is only 14 miles. It takes me at least 45 minutes, and that is on a good day. My drive to and from work is ugly. I drive through run down parts of town, past abandoned shopping plazas and dilapidated apartment complexes. Pedestrians darting in and out with no mind to use the crosswalks. I can certainly understand why Orlando is number one for pedestrian deaths. Public transportation is not an option for me, unfortunately.
Escape the people. Oh so many people. One stop at Super “Crazy”-Mart is enough to send me into a tail spin. Rude, loud, abrasive people. No manners, no concern for others. I try to stay away from these discount stores, but every once in a while it is just, well convenient I guess. And then after I leave the store I always come to the same realization…there is nothing convenient about this place. I get over it and then do it all over again and have the same exact reaction. Apparently, I don’t learn my lesson, lol. Gluten for punishment? It sure seems that way.
My daydream at this very moment goes something like this: I am pulling my new to me 17′ – 23′ travel trailer with my pickup or Jeep, heading to The Smokey Mountains. My, also new to me 25 pound pup is in the passenger seat with his head out the window, ears flapping, The drive is a pleasure. Once there, the cool, fresh mountain air is intoxicating. I am in awe of the perfection of my surroundings. There is nowhere else I want to be, at this moment anyway.