Boyfriend and I will be heading up to my old college stomping grounds in Boston next week, and I am relieved for the break from my job and from this city. I love what I do, I love where I work, and I love where I live, but this mental and locational (is that the correct term?) (it is now) vacation could not come soon enough.
A few times each year, I experience what is akin to city-wide cabin fever. This mood just comes over me where I grow increasingly irritable and restless; I scowl at the familiar rhythm of the city and tire of the same-old-same-old places I've been to hundreds of time. I long for change, for new experiences, places, tastes, and utter unpredictability. During these fits, it seems that I yearn to be anywhere but exactly where I am.
tiki print dress, f21
jacket, diane von furstenberg
half slip (under dress), anthropologie
cable tights, xhilaration
wide belt, calvin klein
wedges, lauren by ralph lauren
I can't explain why this happens, but I've always known that I would never be satisfied staying in one spot for too long. I always imagine that the greatest opportunities lie a plane ride away, which scares Boyfriend, who is a "put-down-your-roots-in-one-place" kind of guy. I imagine it's because he's never been anywhere but exactly where he is -- then again, maybe he's really just happy staying put. I know a lot of people are, and I envy them.
They're content where they are, and I'm always wondering when I'll get to pack my suitcase next.