leaving on a jet plane

Every time I read On the Road I feel like traveling (my favorite book, incidentally)…and I don’t mean in a lackadaisical “It would be nice to go to Hawaii in the summer” kind of way, but instead in a “I’m walking out my front door right now and not coming back for a year”.

To a lesser extent, the movie The Art of Travel did the same thing. It’s no Rear Window, to be sure; but, it is…motivating.

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