All I want is more (or: musings of a woman with a cold)
Sometimes I feel like I've been waiting for one thing or another my whole life. When I was a little kid, I couldn't wait to be a teenager. When I was a teenager, I wanted to be in college. Now that I'm in college, I just want that to be over so I can start my grown-up job/life.
I've always moved through stages ahead of the curve, but part of the reason for this cycle of wanting and waiting is my own short attention span.
The timing is perfect for my upcoming move. Vancouver feels too small now, too predictable. Seattle is up next, but before I'm even there, I'm already dreaming bigger.
I wonder, sometimes, just how far this side of me would go, if I gave her free reign. What city would be big enough, or job challenging enough, or degree prestigious enough? And how will I deal when I'm finally in that big pond, and I don't outgrow it immediately?
I'm only twenty, but I already feel like I should have done/be doing more. And sometimes it freaks me out a little, how easy it is for me to pack up and move on. I was ready to leave highschool by tenth grade, and now it's sophomore year at university, and my wanderlust is kicking in. Can it be the two year itch? Or is it me?
I just want to be dazzled, and overwhelmed, and kept on my toes; running. I want higher heights and busier streets. 'If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere' and all that jazz. I just want it all.
Is that too much to ask?
I've always moved through stages ahead of the curve, but part of the reason for this cycle of wanting and waiting is my own short attention span.
The timing is perfect for my upcoming move. Vancouver feels too small now, too predictable. Seattle is up next, but before I'm even there, I'm already dreaming bigger.
I wonder, sometimes, just how far this side of me would go, if I gave her free reign. What city would be big enough, or job challenging enough, or degree prestigious enough? And how will I deal when I'm finally in that big pond, and I don't outgrow it immediately?
I'm only twenty, but I already feel like I should have done/be doing more. And sometimes it freaks me out a little, how easy it is for me to pack up and move on. I was ready to leave highschool by tenth grade, and now it's sophomore year at university, and my wanderlust is kicking in. Can it be the two year itch? Or is it me?
I just want to be dazzled, and overwhelmed, and kept on my toes; running. I want higher heights and busier streets. 'If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere' and all that jazz. I just want it all.
Is that too much to ask?