:: Sunday, June 25, 2006 ::

Something about Salt Spring is choking up these days... and not in a good way.

It's so great here right now... hot, hot days, perfect for a trip to the lake. Reminds me of so many awesome summer days from the past. I'm sitting here dying to go to the lake and realizing that I don't have anybody to go with. It makes me so sad and frustrated that I could just throw a little temper tantrum.

This island is so beautiful but so often being here makes me want to scream. Because I feel stuck... like I'm sitting, waiting for people to come, people to go... things to happen.

Yesterday I drove up and down Vancouver Island, and on the last leg of my trip, from Nanaimo to Crofton, I remembered how much I love summer road trips. Behind the wheel, four windows down, one arm hanging over the door, radio barely making itself heard over the wind. It seems like I don't need much of anything to make me happy on a road trip. I'm perfectly happy by myself, singing along to the radio, going from place to place, person to person. Rather than sitting and waiting I'm going. And unlike the bus or a plane, the car is in your control. Bored? Stop at that roadside attraction. Hot? Jump in that lake near the highway. Hungry? There goes a Tim Hortons. Oh, the memories I have associated with Tim Hortons...

And road trips make me nostalgic for all those great trips I took with friends... Tofino trips, Mt. Washington trips, Calgary trips... but those memories don't make me sad when I'm on the road, the way that summertime lake memories make me feel like screaming when I'm sitting in my house, hot and bored, on a friggin perfect June day.

:: Katy 1:15 p.m. [+] :: ::