Grrr

I am SO ready to get into a car this weekend and not have to deal with anyone else for hours at a time and go back to living my life as I am used to it for a little while.

I love to travel, but I hate that I'm always at the mercy of other people. I can't just go somewhere; I have to wait for a bus and plan around schedules. I can't just walk upstairs to my dwelling; I have to stop by the desk, ask for the key, make pleasantries, etc. I can't just get in a car and go somewhere; I have to flag a taxi and give the driver directions. I can't just cook breakfast; my face gets burned. And since then, I can't just walk outside; I have to put on sunscreen, a scarf, a hat, and sunglasses.

At the moment, I'm entirely at the mercy of the (incredibly sweet and wonderful) L, who is in the process of arranging my car rental for the weekend. Yester