The travel-bug has infected me as the snow-drifts melt around the house. Ryan calls it Spring-fever; I call it unemployment, but it amounts to same thing. Technically, the disease is a perennial one — for me at least — like hemophilia or guys born with three nipples; my whole lifestyle, a pastiche of half-finished novels, video games, comics, manga, and Lego castles, stems from this unquenchable need to explore, to vacate, to drive child-stuffed vans across state borders.
Yet this whole . . . condition does seem to strike more violently in March. Mostly it’s the anticipation of travel, the need to get away from these four walls for a while. Spring for all its pleasantness offers little in the way of excitement in Baltimore. I mean, the leaves return if you’re into that. Birds chirp; flowers bloom; bees freak me out by dive-bombing my ears. And the weather . . . of course, the weather’s nice, providing a time and place to which to travel. School, college and homework crucify any and all travel plans. Continue reading