It seems just when I'm doing okay with being here: with school, life, home, Chicago. Just when I'm finally fine...
I get bit by that awful bug, and I just wanna leave and go anywhere. I read a blog, see a picture, watch a movie, and I get those butterflies that come with the adrenaline rush of adventure, followed by a pit in my stomach.... and then I listen to some sad music and feel almost better because I can vicariously live my life through a song:
