Nov 16, 2009 10:47
I think I have a problem staying put.
I've basically always known that I have wanderlust, that I want to go places. It's been a part of me since about eighth grade-I've always wanted to be moving, to go new places and see new things. That's why I do things like plan out three-month tours of Europe (involving six-night stays in Edinburgh, London, Paris, Venice, Rome, and Palermo). It's why I get a strange sinking feeling in my stomach when I hear about my friends going on trips to Japan, to Buenos Aires, to Italy.
But there are some times when I feel it more acutely than others, I guess. There are times when I feel stagnant, suffocated, times when I want nothing more than to pack up and go somewhere without a care for anything.
I might get to go visit my friend Biz in Rome over spring break. I'm hoping that works out. Rome is somewhere I've wanted to visit for a long time.
shut up no one cares,
things i shouldn't write while tired,
i suck at life,
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