When I’m sitting at my desk at work, I like to respond to things quickly. Like, if you text me I try to text back right away. If I get a message on Facebook I have to make myself wait 5 minutes so it doesn’t look like I sit on that site all day – which I totally DON’T DO.
But then on the weekends I get into a weird pouty phase and think, “you know what, I’m not texting you back cause I am soooo not your slave or anything” even though all I got was a text from a friend asking if I watched “Glee” last night. Well, I will show her and not text her back for a WHOLE HOUR. So yeah, take that, good friend of mine. I’m gonna go disappear for a while and get back to you later.
In North Carolina, to disappear for a while means picking some road and driving farther down it than I’ve ever been. It means stopping my car, and leaving my phone inside while I go for a walk. It means going to a field like this. And taking photos, and hoping that no one in a passing car recognizes me. That tends to happen in the small town you grew up in.
I would totally love to tell you where this is. But if I did, I’d have to kill you. Everyone needs a secret now and then.