i do believe it's true that there are roads left in both of our shoes

sometimes i wish i could live in a book, where everything is always just that much more extraordinary. no one writes about ordinary things, after all, that would make for boring reading. no matter how everyday or plain the main character is, something always happens that makes them more interesting, gives them that touch of uniqueness that you need for the plot of a book.

sometimes i think that no one would want to write about my life right now. in a way, things are exciting and changing, but there's not that strange bit of zaniness that could make it much more interesting, i guess. my interesting days are behind me. sometimes i feel like i could write a book about my college years and that would make for some good reading, but...now, in this city that thrives during the day but actually sleeps at night, i feel ordinary. happy, contended, surrounded by people i love...bur ordinary.

i guess i just want that extra spark and that is the reason why i'm itching to do something, go somewhere. maybe that's why i'm missing my whirldwind european days so much, because all i long for is to sleep where i can hear the sounds of the street, to gaze blearily at a city all lit up and bump shoulders with people in crowded squares and streets at night. dc isn't too shabby by any means, but it's way too full of career-minded people who don't have enough fun. don't get me wrong, i've had some great times here and have been meeting some great people, but everywhere i turn i am reminded of the "get ahead" mentality.

but i am not part of that. i can't be a part of that. i want to do something i love but how can a career be my first prority when there is travel and excitement and love and bright neon lights and life all around me in the world? dc can be lovely but in my heart i am feeling that it's a transitional place for me. i've got other places to see.