I’m squirmy.

I get this feeling a lot. most of the time it’s when I get really excited and am lying down and all I can do is kick my legs back and forth and squeal. (this happens a lot when I get into bed at night and I’m literally ecstatic because I think my bed is so comfortable.) easy to please...

however, right now I’m squirmy to go somewhere. I’ve caught the travel bug.

I think I’m ready to phase out of new york. it’s not because I don’t still love it. each day I find myself marveled by new things. each day I find myself constantly amused by strangers. each day I envision a life here and grow a little fonder of these northerners.

but it’s becoming too familiar and I’ve officially conquered the subway-- the one thing I never thought possible.

I don’t consider me wanting a means of escape, but rather an opportunity to explore.

right now I sort’ve want a little more adventure and some place rustic. I’d prefer to travel to india instead of smell it coming through my air vent on saturday mornings. (I live in little india.) and for the first time since sophomore year the idea of moving back to africa has reentered my mind. my heart feels fuller at the mere thought of it.

I do realize I have a full 10 months ahead of me but I’m really looking forward to having a lot of time to research ideas of places I might want to go and things I want to do. I think I’ll make an adventure book like ellie in up.

so consider this your warning that you won’t be able to see me for a while once I graduate college, so you better don’t plan on seeing as much of me as possible senior year.