Driving through the blur

Zipping along the north expressway, I am somewhat relieved to be on the "other" expressway. And this one has a much smoother ride and free from the agitating construction works temporarily plaguing the south luzon expressway.

So homeward bound, I started to feel hunger pangs as soon as I got on the highway and stopped at the first gas station that I saw. Feasting on a two-piece chickenjoy meal, there is something different about the north if you're mostly traversing the southern route. I can't put my finger on it, but it seems to be a relief to find yourself on this stretch of road.

Today being a Friday, I am awfully tempted to just drive further northwards, to Baguio perhaps? Or just hang out amidst the beaches of La Union or Zambales. I usually pack an extra set of clothes anyway when out of town so the thought was really a plausible one. Even up to now, southbound and about 10 kilometers into the expressway, there's still something tugging at my guts to drive on and just listen to the radio.

Hmm, maybe I'm just plotting my escape. Or just plain bored with work among other things that a singular act of impulsiveness could turn things around. Right now I'm thinking of a friend I have in Vigan. Now that's about seven or so hours away, not to mention the trip back. Should I? Would I? What should I be doing back in Manila, anyway? It's the weekend, a chance to escape. I could still churn out that report that I need to work on whilst downing a cold one on the beach. And being home alone plopped in front of the television is really such a waste of time.

So why am I still gravitating towards getting back home? I have no idea, probably just as the moon, I am condemned to revolve around a single magnetic force, which in this case happens to be my washing machine. Tons of chores to be done as well, including chomping down on the day old sharksfin siomai that I have stored in the fridge.

Back in the "old" days, I'd be looking for all sorts of excuses to get out of the house and drive. So it is pretty eerie that I am now looking for an excuse to get back home. Have I been so domesticated by my laundry? Lost the drive to explore? Became impotent when it comes to vacations? Susmariosep!

Oh well, I'll know in a couple of hours what happens, I guess.