I've been feeling an itch. No, not the "I spent an afternoon at the jail and all I got were these itchy flea bites" itch.
It's more like a little noise.
My passport scratching to get out of the drawer it's stashed it.
I want to go somewhere.... international.
But, my credit cards just aren't up for it.
I wish one of my friends would take a job abroad so I'd have an excuse that I just "have to" go visit whoever so they don't die of loneliness. Me, the martyr.
I wish I could take a job abroad. And all my friends could come visit me.
I think that is one of the drawbacks of being a lawyer. Or, a criminal lawyer, at least. My skills don't translate very easily from state to state, never mind from country to country.
I guess maybe I'll have to settle for a batch of crepes this weekend. Or really thin Aunt Jemima pancakes at least.