meaningful meaninglessness.
I think my urge to move is inspired by everyone elses. And I think that we all want to move because we're tired of the norm. It's as clear as day that this town has nothing to offer, let alone nothing to do. When it comes down to it, we suck up our daily routine and make the best of our time together, weather it's by eating at the same restaurant every over night at 10:30, baking something or taking pictures in an empty feild. We find a way to make it a moment. But I've come to find that in the back of everyone's mind, as much as we love eachother and don't mind the daily rut (or even lack there of), we're all dreaming of someplace different. I can't really determine if it's normal, or if we're really all missing something being here...but it's good to know I'm not the only one with dreams of other places, and other faces. It just makes me kind of sad either way to know that no matter which you chose - to stay or go, the process of growing up and changes are involved. Late night talks on the beach about baby names, having a food fight between you and the car next to you and shows are just so simple and meaningless in the moment. Until you look back. You can't help but toss around the feeling of being satisfied, and being unsatisfied. Maybe this isn't just about Fort Myers. Maybe it's a state of mind. Either way, it's scary. The best things in life have this...simplicity about them that's just hard to step away from.