Some days, I just wake up, and hear some piece of music, or see some brilliant cloud pattern that makes me just want to get in the car and GO. Don't know where, don't care, for however long it takes 'til I get there and, maybe, if I feel like it, back.
I'm of an age when a lot of people would write it off as a midlife crisis- if it weren't for the fact that these fits have come over me off and on for several decades. Maybe it's running away, but I think it's running towards something. What? No idea.
If I knew, I'd probably already be there. I've never actually done it, though- so I have no clue.