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There are always warm spring nights where I want nothing more to jump in my car, drive an hour up 93 to the NH coast, and sit up high on the seawall to check out the full moon.

Excuse the lousy/stolen pic.  Picture darkness and a big fat moon lighting everything up, and just sea and rock for miles and miles.  While there is a lot more freedom being an adult leading my own life, why is it so hard to get away?