future! failing! fallback plans!
The old nostalgia-beast is rearing its ugly head again.
I want to travel. I want to travel to 2004. I want to take up 3 kooky hobbies and run away to join the circus.
Updates: I graduated uni in '07 with a psych degree. Got married and bought a house in '13, and have worked at the same Greek restaurant for the last 11 years. I've traveled to not just Greece and Italy, but also Egypt, Peru, and all over Canada and the US and Mexico. I have two cats and a cat-dog, who keep me pretty stuck at home these days (as does the hubs, though he's considerably less needy).
We're in marriage counselling, which is alright. His mother is dying, which is fucking awful and colours every decision I make. I just had the summer off work, and I felt productive and useful and healthy and awesome, and I'm going back next Tuesday and am actually excited about it.
I'm back on this as a hope that it'll be a journal I'll be able to keep up. I always use a paper journal when I'm traveling, which is considerably more private, but also easier to lose, and at home it never seems to be in the right place. I always have my phone (how else would I catch all the pokemons?) so this should prove easier to consistently update and see if I can find a pattern to these bouts of homesickness for a home that no longer exists, and perhaps never did. There's a feeling I miss. I'm gonna find it.