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I’m leaving to be on the road again, this time to the fun-filled theme parks of Orlando and sun-drenced peninsula of South Beach, sandwiched between a couple of gigs.  It’s the first time in 2011 I will be wearing my bikinis, considering how busy this last summer was, I did not have one chance to slip into anything poolside.  It’s also the first resort vacation the Mr. and I will be taking together since our wedding, and there’s too much excitement bubbling inside me to even be laid out in type :).

In the meantime, I leave you a poem about wanderlust by Edna St. Vincent Millay:


THE railroad track is miles away,

And the day is loud with voices speaking,

Yet there isn’t a train goes by all day

But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn’t a train goes by,

Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,

But I see its cinders red on the sky,

And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with the friends I make,

And better friends I’ll not be knowing;

Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,

No matter where it’s going.