"In the city with the pumpkin spice juicy juice."

I took a spontaneous road trip to Asheville, North Carolina. My friend-who-shall-remain-nameless recently moved there so we hung out at his apartment, went to a block party/festival/fair type thing where all the hippies in the area came together to listen to a techno band play some funky rave music in the tent-lined street, drove downtown to tour the cultural city life.

I love road trips, cities, spontaneity... and thus decided to take advantage of the opportunity. I used to do these things all the time no questions asked. I haven't had any real fun in nearly 3 months, so it was a much needed and perhaps a much deserved trip for me.

It was a last minute decision, so after I came home from work Friday night, I threw some necessities into my torn book bag with the Metallica patch and told my uncle I was going to Asheville for the weekend and walked out the door. [For me this is normal behavior, just ask my college roommates] I excitedly drove away into the rainy night, trying to find the switch to turn on the cab lights so I could read my chicken-scratched directions.

I've always been this way, at least subconsciously. I'm just finding out now, the hard way, how changed I've become... through experience; it's almost like the real me is finally revealing herself after years of certain suppression.

Now that I have the freedom to move on in my own direction, now I am able to fulfill what has already been lurking in the corners of my mind for years, despite my afterthoughts, and it's only leaving me confused. I have to look at myself through these new experiences in that all-maddening attempt in finding oneself.

Asheville is still a cool and very beautiful city. And I'm glad I had the chance to visit it. And after many a phone conversation, it was about time I actually saw the person I have been speaking to and grew to know.

It was a beautiful drive back too; a perfectly clear, blue, sunny day with all the leaves changing colors on the huge surrounding mountains. Amazing. I wanted to stop at all the "scenic overlook" signs I passed, but when I'm cruising along with the windows down and the radio blaring, I didn't want to stop and look at what I could already see.