I googled images of Paris yesterday until I cried. Today I purchased the only travel magazine my supermarket had on the shelf. Living dreams via the internet and magazines isn't exactly what I had in mind way back when. The urge to roam is a constant but so very stifled.
Sometimes I fear that I'm becoming the type of person that I used to loathe. Questioning and second guessing was never my nature. Want to lose weight? Quit eating shit food and exercise. Bills and money woes got you down? Get an extra job. Feel like taking a trip? Get in your car and drive dammit.
In my teens and twenties, the world was a very black and white place. Now as I awkwardly stumble toward forty, the multiple shades of gray threaten to suffocate me.