Getting Out of Myself

I have been moody and whiny for the past few days. I really got my pout on last night while watching a show about traveling across Vietnam on motorbikes. "I want to go there," I said, to which Matt answered, "I know you do." The implication -- at least how I took it -- was that there is no way in hell Matt wanted to go to Vietnam and therefore I would not be able to go either. When I think about it, I am too lazy and weary and worried to go to Vietnam right now. But I do feel like going somewhere I have never been before: New Orleans, Austin, Texas, Memphis, Tenn., Nashville. I'm gravitating toward my fantasy of meandering through a small sounthern town talking to neighbors and drinking sweet tea. Sigh