At work, I caught myself doing something that scared the ever-lovin' piss out of me. Eileen, my fellow RadioShack partner in crime, noted that we were having an exceptionally not busy day, and she told me that I could leave a few minutes early. That's cool. But, I started looking around the store, wondering about things I wanted to buy, talking to Eileen. I didn't want to leave. It was scary. It was scary because for the first time in my life, I've finally stayed someplace. In one place, for six, seven, however many years it's been. I can't say I like it anymore. I used to. I just need to leave...go somewhere. That's all. So, when I finally buy Shannon's old car, that's what I'm going to do. Whip out your ever-so-handy Maine gazetteer, if you have it. If you don't, a road atlas will do fine. Follow along the route with me: I'm gonna go up Interstate 95 to a town called Houlton. It's right on the Canadian border. (Note, I'm in Orono, just north of Bangor.) After getting to Houlton, I'm taking Route 2 north to a small town called Madawaska...I might stop in Fort Kent or Van Buren, if I'm less ambitious. Then, I'll cross the border into New Brunswick. This will constitute the third Canadian province I've been to. Now, flip to New Brunswick. Find where I am, just over the St. John River. I may head to Edmundston. Then, from there, I'm going to head down some random Canadian highways and arrive in Calais, Maine, after crossing the border again. Once I do that, back home to Bangor, via Maine Route 9. The trip's about 400 miles. Eight hours. Add some time for customs and such. Gas, food...it's doable. I'm already on my way there now.