If I don’t get married or anything else drastic in the next couple years, I’m planning on moving to Ireland to a cottage with a couple of sheepdogs and a life supply of tea and film for all my cameras. I will listen to Ben Howard on vinyl all the time and wear cozy sweaters and be quite content with my simple little life. I might even get motivated to get up early every day because it’d just be so great. (Because the UK is totally like it is in all romantic comedies right? Right.)
I’m half joking—only half—but honestly right now I feel so much like Jo in Little Women, when she’s absolutely restless and wants to leave home and ends up in New York. I just want to go somewhere, see new places, be done with all the stresses and worries of my current situations. I don’t want to cut ties necessarily, but just get away for a bit. I really am so blessed and have NO reasons to complain—but I’m just in this funky restless state, and I’m tired of it.
Maybe it’s just the day I’ve had—maybe it’s just me. But I still just want to go. Somewhere. Just a change.
Also, I’m tired of waiting for life to happen. (Whatever that means.)
