Today Plinky asked me what my favorite part was about visiting a new place, if it was the food, the architecture or the people watching. Honestly, I don’t think that’s very fair of them.
For a lark I popped over to Plinky.com today.
If you don’t know, it’s a WordPress owned site that provides you with a daily suggestion of a topic to write about if you’re experiencing writer’s block or just need some fresh ideas from somewhere outside your own head. Well, the topic of the day was “The farthest you’ve traveled from home” and immediately it got by head buzzing. Partially, because there is some baggage in my life that I have not yet felt ready to tell anyone about and let’s just say that I was worried the Plinky question might force me to unearth some of it prematurely. But then I googled distances and discovered how far away from home I have actually been and where that was. And at the same time I realized that the first time I traveled that far, it was completely unplanned.
So, here’s my story of how I ended up going to San Francisco for a long weekend, just because.