I have houseguests for a week, so I did what everyone should do when they have houseguests, which is rent a car and drive to New Hampshire.
This scared me, because while I have no problem careening along in a foreign country without a net, the simple weekender of going to see friends domestically is outside of my comfort zone.
I am aware that this is inherently ridiculous. But it's been a long time since I did something as simple as drop in on friends in another state.
I had lunch in Massachusetts with my friend Sarah, then headed up to see Ursula in her NH beach town. I explained to anyone who asked that I was coming out of my cave, testing coming out of hibernation. And they all said the same thing.
"But you travel all the time."
I'm used to that other type of travel. This type isn't something I do much of. And so far, we've won cheap skeeball prizes and strolled along a semi-skanky beachfront.
It's been fun.