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What was my hurry?
I was on vacation. A vacation from my vocation, or “calling”; from my profession.
I’d set aside two weeks, of which I planned to spend 10 days lazily cruising around some of the states I’d not visited before.
I had no one to meet, no set place to go, no time to get there, and no passenger.
No one but myself to decide when to stop and eat, drink or pee, when to stop for the night, when to rise in the morning.
No cell phone. You get the idea.
I was free, absolutely free.
And stressed out before I was 24 hours into my vacation.
Why was that?
I’d done long trips before, and knew how they unfolded.
Yet here I was aggravated beyond belief before I’d driven 15 minutes on this crisp sunny spring morning.
Toronto, Friday, August 14, 2015 12:53 PM
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