The Way Ahead.

MSY, 2008. (c) Katy Ray

Looking out and into the upcoming months, I found something strangely missing: I am still here. Granted, missing may not be the proper word to use, but in the usual "does-not-make-sense Katy-Ray way," it's perfectly logical.

I travel because I get claustrophobic; I become attached to a place for too long and I need to get out, away, detached. Yes, so far in 2009 I've been to both Georgia and Minnesota, but, I need more.

Where to go? What to do?