Making Biscuits

I think most women, at some point, have glamorized the idea of packing their bags and buying a bus or plane ticket to somewhere new and starting over. I blame this on movies. In my fantasy, I pack one bag with long skirts and flowy tops, very bohemian, and hop on a bus to Maine. I don't tell anyone where I'm going, because naturally I'm running from some dark secret in my past. The bus will stop in a sleepy fishing village on the rocky coast and I will decide this is far enough away from my past to start my new life.