I hate how restless I get sometimes. I truly believe that I am a wild girl at heart. I have always had my head in the clouds, and this has lead to grand fantasies in my mind where I am a hopeless wanderer.
Sometimes I get into these moods, where I just want to take off, leave everything, and see where life takes me. I have never been ok with staying put for long periods of time. The nomadic life is appealing.
I want to be on a beach, on cobblestone, in the desert. Experiencing life.
Not stuck behind a desk, or in an apartment where life becomes about accumulating things.
I want Dave and I to get into a car and go. Anywhere...everywhere. We can stop and work for food. We can sleep out under the stars, or accept the kindness of strangers. It makes me sad that the world isn't the same as it used to be 50 years ago.
These moods make me feel itchy, agitated, like I just need to get out of here. Hop on a bus...DO SOMETHING.