I may have “itchy feet”. In the last three weeks I’ve driven to and from Chicago two weekends in a row and have flown to Los Angeles and back, explored the city of Toledo (which you can read about here, and more here) and I pre-diagnosed myself with “itchy feet”. But I can’t help it! It’s instilled in my being, tattooed to my soul.
My name is Monica. It’s been just shy of 24 hours since my last adventure and only 8 days since I was in another city.
A good friend of mine, who identifies herself as Honey Badger, reminded me I’m easily pleased anyway. That I should relax. That I have a unique ability to find beauty and some sort of thrill in things that are typically seen as mundane. And she was right. I don’t need to go anywhere far, far, away to fulfill that curious, wandering soul of mine. I took the time to reflect on the things I’ve allowed to let myself see when I wasn’t traveling like a crazy person. And then I got to thinking…Honey Badger do care. Honey Badger do give a shit. Continue reading