Wander lust.

I just want to go somewhere. Do something. Move. Get out of here.

I'm bored, I'm twitchy. I want an adventure. This one isn't enough for me anymore... I need to go.

I keep looking and asking, who will go with me? And how long do I have to wait!

Because, I can't. I'm going to go crazy with this need for action!

... I theorize that this is ( Read more... )

It's been three weeks since I made my decision to break up with my ex-boyfriend, and immediately after that, my sister was here for two weeks, and now that she's gone, I can feel it directly in my chest: I'm SO ready to be back on the dating market ( Read more... )

Alone -- in my room, that is. After 36 hours of straight people, of laughter, of fun and nonsense, I'm ready to pause again and breathe. I'm feeling better with every moment. This easiness to meet new ones and make new ones. Friends, that is. And then of course I know that I'll make so many more. An it's hard to keep them all and that's okay, ( Read more... )

Of course it had to happen, but it just didn't seem like the sort of thing that would ever happen to me.

All I know is that I've been progressing over the past four years, to a point where I can recognize myself, but I can't do it without shaking my head a little. There was such a spunk for life that seems different now. I guess I'm a lot more worn ( Read more... )