Current song stuck in my head:
It seems to be getting worse, the restlessness. It feels as though I should be packing my suitcase, getting ready to climb into the car and head off, heading in the direction of BotCon or something similar. It doesn’t help that my Costco is so close to an airport, so that on weekend evenings I can watch the jets ascending and descending, coming to and from points of interest beyond my home city. Part of me feels that I should be on one of those jets, getting ready to travel.
However, BotCon was three months ago. It doesn’t feel like it.
Granted, TF Con is coming up in October; Chicago is just a road trip for Prime and myself. But it’s such a long wait and I’m used to hitting most of my Transformer conventions earlier, in the warmer weather. It feels odd to wait for so long or to say that BotCon was in early spring, before we had to worry about humidity and heat. I feel as if I should be preparing for a trip but I’m not. I feel as if I should be placing the last of my clothes in the suitcase and gathering up the last of my toiletries. I feel as if I should be telling my coworkers that they won’t be seeing me for a week, as I’ll be buying plastic robots. I feel as if I should be packing away autograph fodder but I’m not. I can’t. I already took my trip in April. The next closest one is in autumn.
The restlessness seems to grow with each passing day. The only way to assuage it is months away. I don’t know how long I may last.