Every now and then we talk about things to eat, or see before I leave. I considered one last lobster, but opted not to. I’m pretty sure last Friday was probably the last time I’ll order from Hometown, but it really depends on exactly when I leave. It looks likely that I’ll still be here this Friday. However, I know my body. And because I know my body, I know that embarking on a 7(ish)-hour drive on anything other than the barest nutrition is terrifically bad idea.
I think about visiting local places, but why? This time of year isn’t particularly scenic, unless everything is covered in snow. Unfortunately, I don’t want to leave the house when it’s all pretty and shit. I hate cleaning off the truck, and I don’t want be driving around taking pictures for memories. Why? Because I won’t look at it. I can’t think of a single place I want to look back on enough to go and get a picture of it before I leave. The places I really look back at with fond memories don’t exist anymore anyway.
And I wonder if I’ll ever come back. There’s nothing here for me.
