For someone who gets lost getting out of a bathrobe, a spur of the moment trip to Salt Lake City was a big undertaking.

But I undertook it.

I had this friend in high school. Wait. I should back up.

I spent 3 years of high school with the people I grew up with and knew from childhood. Then my senior year I transferred to a school that I knew very few people. There were some with whom I had attended middle school and one or two from childhood, but basically it was starting over in a new school.

So now, with that said, I had this friend in high school. We met my senior year and I adored him. I had a secret crush on him that had to remain secret because I was involved in a serious relationship at the time. No, really. But anyway, I adored Ruben. He always made me laugh so much so that I got in trouble sitting next to him in class.

Well, Ruben and I re-connect after 15 or so years. Again, he makes me laugh. So I get this wild notion. I want to see Ruben. Well, he can’t make it to Dallas for a number of reasons so I throw the idea out there that I could come to Salt Lake City. I’m joking at first. But he seems agreeable to the idea. And the idea grows on me. Not so much driving 20 hours to see someone I haven’t seen in 15 years, but rather getting out of my mother’s house and away from everything that reminds me of where my life is.

So I whip out the ole calendar. I propose that I can come the following week. He surprisingly agrees. So it’s set.

So I pack up the ole Honda and set forth on a journey. Even I am questioning why I’ve chosen to undergo such a journey but I settle upon, I needed to get away from my life for a while. I’m not really working so now would be an excellent chance to get away.

Ever done something that you don’t exactly know why you’re doing it but know that it needs to be done?