let's move

Only in Los Angeles does one wake up to a Thanksgiving morning and the sun is shining and the temperature is already 70 degrees outside. I guess I should be thankful for that, but as everyone in my life already knows, I would really be more appreciative if there was a chill in the air and some snow on the ground. Oh well. A day above ground is a good day, I guess.

So I wake up and start the day with an email check, a facebook check, and airfare check to see where I could go if I only had a job and $500 bucks in the bank to buy that airfare. Stockholm for $664? 0r should I stick with a Germany trip which probably will be about the same? How about just anywhere with snow and good food and lots of warm fruity alcohol drinks to keep me toasty? Let's do that.

I have an affinity for traveling alone. In fact, I prefer it. I can sleep as late as I want. Walk wherever I want to and change my mind as often as I feel like it. Give me a camera, or two or three and I really won't need anyone else around. In fact, that's what I want most. Just a camera and a plane ticket and I'll figure the rest out when I get there. A laptop to process and upload and I'm happy as a pig in... well, you know.

Unfortunately my traveling bones will be on the backburner for a while. At least until the spring time since I have a winter intercession class to torture my brain even further. And then a leather work class that I am most looking forward to and will rock at it since I'm dying for a creative outlet. Anything stimulating that takes me out of the boundaries of this blog, the book in my hands and the television set.

It doesn't feel like Thanksgiving, but just another 75 degrees and sunny here in Los Angeles.