Maybe I wasn’t meant for settling...

It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this – so stuck, so trapped, longing for the edges of the outside world.  Begging myself to settle for the best life, instead of racing towards the dangerous one.  Dreaming of the innate wildness of the Scottish Highlands; the spiced, dusty fragrance of a Turkish bazaar; the turquoise depths of the Polynesian sea; the filled silence of a remote island; the bizarre hospitality of Thailand.

Thinking about it only makes it worse.  I don’t want to stay here my whole life.  It would never be enough; I would always be unsatisfied, no matter how many degrees I earn or how many kids I have.