Joy riding (Jag kör.. god kväll, Sverige!)..

So we're hitting up Selver (the local Estonian-origin supermarket) and stocking up on choice alcoholic beverages for - that's right - taking a trip across the Baltic. Estonians really only buy alcohol for travel or birthdays; it seems like more because someone knows someone who has a birthday on literally every day of the year. Don't be fooled - it remains for such wave-riding activities or drinking one into forgetting that they're drinking away more years of the lives they are celebreating. Ah, tradition.

I've had the deep-centered drive to really travel for a good time now. It's closing up on the one-year anniversary of the last time I was in the States, and it'll hit another halfway before I sate that desire. Still, I've been more than wanting.. anticipating, really, travel. The experience, the rushing by of everything around, unfamiliarity and distance. Everything around you stays the same only for the people who are rooted into the shifting present. Your 'present' stretches ahead, around, flutters and takes random new directions as the seconds turn. Time itself allows itself out of its accepted bonds. I've been looking towards the horizon, pursuing this for a while. Now we finally locked down extremely cheap round-trip tickets to Rootsi (Sweden). It'll be an unfortunately quick Stockholm day trip and a two-night Tallink ship trip, though still exactly .. that. It'll be difficult not to just flash a card at a bus station and take transport north, to forego that which is the norm; crystallized plans and obligations and whatnot, and to just focus on the greater, more encompassing migration that is life.

Edasi, вперёд..