East Coast Road Trip

Yes.

It’s how it begins.

Yes – let’s do it.

Within a matter of minutes your mind has broken the shackles of their current captor – the warden of the jail of normality. With the excitement of escape upon you, one packs a bag of bare essentials – swag, surfboard, camera, coffee – and awaits the sound of the horn to cue the getaway.

What will we do?

Where will we go?

Where will we sleep?

Questions, and questions of questions, pace around the mind eagerly searching for their missing counterpart. Excitement turns to anxiety – Are we even going?

Slow down, one tells the heart, chill, back to its normal, resting rate…

But, we know deep down it ain’t slowing down – it knows it’s about to break free!

But not yet.
NOT YET?!

Hold your horses.

He might not show up.

Don’t jump too early, yearling.

Then what? All this for nothing!

Open the fridge door in a hope to find a beer to settle the nerves. Nothing. Close fridge door. Pace kitchen to the lounge room and back to kitchen again. Open fridge door. Nothing’s changed, mate.

COME ON! WHERE IS THIS…

*CAR HORN SOUNDS FROM THE DRIVEWAY*

YES!

And so, it begins…