I’m just going to go ahead and be a brat for a minute. I need to get off this damn island. Seriously. My world looks like this:
but wait, there’s more …
And then of course …
Forgive me because two years ago, whimpering at the incessant beeping of ‘PC Load Letter’ and sad cups of cubicle coffee, I would have given my left ear to move to a tropical island, with nothing to do all day but scuba dive and eat sushi. It’s just that those privileges required me to set up house on an island 1000 miles from a continent.
And now I am going insane.
Please refrain from hating me in the comment section -I know I’m an ingrate.
If I could teleport myself anywhere in the world, I’d be in a my fire engine red Carmengia (which are oddly very popular here in Japan), cruising up the 101 to wine country.
The open road. My continental friends, this American privilege is not to be mocked. I beg of you. Close your laptop, get in your car, and GO.