climb a tree. it's therapeutic.

"Do you remember, as a kid, the first time you went really fast on your bike, and it felt like you were flying, or the first time you got both wheels off the ground, and how you could feel, almost hear, your heart beating? It was like the first time you held her hand, or ran away from home and got lost.

Now, do you remember the last time you drove by a lake and wondered if there was a rope swing but never stopped, or the last time you looked at a smooth stone and imagined throwing it across the water but finished your conversation instead. When was the last time you considered a tree based on climb-ability? Ran across the grass barefoot, or decided to be a robber instead of a cop? Well, no one wants to be a cop anyways.

Let’s pretend again, and play a prank; we’ll defend a fort, or draw a map to plan an escape. All we have to do is take off our shoes and jump in, or walk outside and find an adventure."

I read this on a blog earlier, and it really spoke to me. I've been feeling... stuck lately? Not really stuck. But homesick for something else, something new, something that I can't really even name. I'm bored in this little town of mine. That's not to say that I don't adore it, because I absolutely do. But I want to experience somewhere different. I want to have the feeling of being somewhere where no one knows me. Maybe these feelings are being brought on by everyone leaving for school, and here I am. Stuck in little O'Fallon where I've lived for the majority of my life. I don't want to be one of those typical suburb kids who complains about that... but I'm going to be that kid, just this once. 

On a completely opposite note, I'm in love with my life right now. I love all of my classes, so far. They're each challenging me in different ways that I think I really need. And they all concern something that I feel I need to confront about myself. I really enjoy that about them.

I love my job. I work with some really wonderful people, doing something that makes me happy. I mean, who wouldn't want to spend all day baking dog treats and making new dog-ish friends?!

And finally, I love the people that I've surrounded myself with. I feel loved, and I get great joy out of how lucky I am to be surrounded by such people.

But in spite of all this, I'm still longing for something. Something new, something different. Adventure. I don't know why I've been so unsettled with this feeling as of late, I have plenty of adventure in my life. I just want somewhere brand new, I suppose.

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On a wholly unrelated note, Ive been really digging folky, cello filled music lately. Do what you want with that knowledge. (new music is always appreciated by this bespectacled girl, that's fo sho.)