Brandon and I just returned from a wonderful week in France, where we strolled through the streets of Nice and Paris and gawked at expensive cars parading around Monte Carlo, Monaco.
It’s back to work, back to school, and I am totally bummed. I thought that it might be a bit of jet lag, but now I realize that I’m just sad. I sat in my cubicle at work today, and I thought about how a lot of what I’m doing has very little value—to myself and to others. It’s a smidgen depressing, but unfortunately it’s true. I sit in a cube. Bleh. It’s not very satisfying.
I need to travel. I want to be a photographer, writer, musician, vagabond, artist, gypsy, fire-breather. Simple wishes, really. I just need to figure out how to get out of the cube. I miss France.