I am itching to get out of this place. I mean, I love Vancouver (hate Richmond). But I just need to see the world. I want to pack my bags and take a plane to New York and end up in New Zealand. I want to find a quaint coffee shop in old Paris. I want to ride a donkey through the steep stairways of Santorini. I want to eat Spam in Hawaii. I want to ride one of those huugee boat thingys down an alley of Vienna while a fat guy with a funny mustache plays the accordion. I want - no, I NEED to see what's out there.
I've always wanted to travel, but this time I'm crawling in my skin. I think it's because all the previous times I've thought about travelling, it's just been an idea. Something nice to think about. But now I feel it can actually happen if I really wanted it to. And I REALLY want it to happen. I mean hey, I am my own master, right?
I've been coming up with a lot of crazy ideas, huh? Uh oh..what if I'm bipolar?! Naaahhh. I think it's just 'cuase it's 10:22 pm on a "summer"night and I'm ready for bed....and have been since 9:00 pm. SHOOT. what the eff! Anyone up for late night bubbletea?
Side note: I love newly washed sheets that are fresh from the dryer. Ahhhh :)
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