I always leave for any kind of vacation with the best of intentions. I bring a book, new music, ideas to write about and anything else portable that I haven't had time for over the past couple months. Unfortunately, I end up with more independant, productive time on a regular workweek than I ever have on a "vacation" back to Philly. I don't know why I didn't realize that before now. The strange part of it all was that I've never been a huge fan of traveling to someplace new for vacation. I always enjoyed spending time with the people I knew in the places we've always been. Now I feel something that wants to go out and find something new on my next vacation. No idea where or when yet.