I really, really, really want to be on a road trip right now.

Really.

I want to be in a car, a little cabin of me, with some country laid out before me like endless possibility. I want to watch the clouds scoot across the sky. I want to see the weird landmarks that nobody else sees and I want to keep driving until somebody needs a bathroom break. And I want to insist that we keep driving for at least another 50 miles because dammit we're not stopping until we have to.

I want to be listening to music on the radio while we drive in and out of range. I want to hit the scan button and have it come up as country or rap or Lady Gaga or freaking Christian music. And then I want to force everyone in the car to listen to at least one song.

On a side note: here's a fun game when you're listening to Christian music. Choose out the songs that could be about both a) God's infinite love for us and b) awesome gay sex. The current winner: Whatever You're Doing by Sanctus Real.

I get this urge to go on a long car trip whenever I feel bored or trapped or it's summer time and the air smells just right.

I don't need to go anywhere, and I don't need to get out of here so much as I just want to have already gone but not yet have arrived. I want to be on my way. I want to eat a milkshake at some crappy truck stop somewhere and I want to chase a storm and drive through it. I want to go over a pass and see that it's still snowy, I want to have miles and miles and miles of horizon laid out in front of me and have nothing to do but chase it.

I think they call it wanderlust. I think I have it.

I do not have a car. I don't own one partially because I live in a city with pretty awesome public transportation (the Metro: killing on average less than one person a month since last month!) and partially because I'm too much of a hippie environmentalist and partially because I'm afraid I would always be leaving.

Bring it.