find it amusingly comforting that we all have a gripe about where we live. I think it's like hair - if yours is straight you get it permed and if it's curly you take a flat iron to it. It's always something, or something else.
I really feel that I don't want to stay here, but that is assuming I find some place I can gripe less about. I know I would miss the ocean, the change of seasons, and the smell of lilacs so there would have to be a greater gain, but today, I feel the need to be elsewhere.
I printed out a US map today and decided to check out AZ, TX, and FL. Whichever state beckons me I will fly out to during my July vacation and take it from there.
There is this thing deep, deep inside me that just wants to change my life, you know?