Last night I dropped off my CA friends at the airport after their Thanksgiving visit, and they extended an open invitation to come stay with them, or even live with them for a bit, whenever I want.
I suddenly have a million urges to get the hell out of here, if only for a week.
I already have an East Coast vacation booked in January, but my spring/summer wanderlust is looking westward.
Maybe Easter. I feel like going to town on a big fuck-off chocolate bunny while lying by a pool. (All the more reason to keep working out throughout winter, so I don’t scare small children with all this gelatinous White in a swimsuit.)
And they could probably get me a job if I eventually wanted to relocate permanently. I have exactly four skills, but they travel well.