And that’s exactly how I’d been feeling for the last month or so.

It had nothing to do with my personal happiness; I wasn’t depressed. I love the area and the people in it – most of the time – and the weather has certainly made everything a bit more ‘shiny.’

However, I’ve always loved traveling and since I was 11, no more than a year or so has gone by without me finding a way to make it out of the state for a couple of days or more. Since I returned to New York in the summer of 2009, I haven’t gotten that chance ... until this past weekend.

For the full story of my journey, check out my blog this afternoon, but the CliffsNotes are this: Took a flight to Maryland to see my best friend on St. Patrick’s Day weekend, bought his car, drove it home.

Now, many things about the weekend were amazing (again, see blog) but what I really needed was to just get out of town for a bit. Dealing with airport security and the hassle of the crowded terminals aren’t exactly a walk in the park. Driving home alone for five and a half hours can be described as boring at best.

But for me, none of it mattered compared to the thrill of being in a new, exciting location.