I yearned desperately to get away from home. I wasn’t seeing the world around me. Instead I was sitting on the couch with my computer and watching movies and wasting my life away. All I did everyday was go to work, shower, eat, and sleep. I wanted to explore. I wanted adventure. Then one day I took a small trip with my dad upstate to check out ~rocks~ for a work-related project. We made stops around the beautiful countryside of upstate New York. I really enjoyed the whole time we spent together, like going to Twin Peak-esque diners, stopping at graveyards, various thrift stores, historical battlegrounds and such. But by the end of the day I found myself missing home. Maybe I was tired from the full day, or maybe I was going through withdrawals from my constant Tumblr updating, but I wanted to be cuddling my computer and I wanted to watch Moonrise Kingdom (again). It surprised me, but I then yearned to be home. So the moral of my little trip from home is that no matter how much you seek adventure and the great perhaps and all of that fun stuff, you always need a home to come back to at the end of it.