I'm sure now more than ever that no matter how bad people say other countries are, I've got to go see them. I need more than this tiny place! I've GOT TO GET OUT. I'm getting a little cramped. It's the same sort of claustrophobia I got when I got jammed (yes, literally STUCK) in a corner of the cave we went to visit when I was 12. I felt like screaming. I still do whenever I think about it.
But I've also had another revelation - I don't think I'll ever be satisfied. I could see the whole world and still not have enough. I'm always going to need something new, which doesn't really bode well for my happiness. I feel like one of those awful people who, as soon as they get a girl/guy, immediately start searching for something new. I'm not like that with people. I'm perfectly happy with the same group of friends, and (not that I have a lot to base this off of) I'm pretty sure that I would have the same attitude towards a boyfriend. But I think I'm always going to want new surroundings. I just don't see how I can do that.
But... I don't really have much choice, do I? I'm not just going to sit here.
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