Aloha.

Oh how I wish I was in Hawaii... or any other tropical island for that matter. Somewhere far away and so different from this place that there would be no moment when I thought, "this reminds me of home."

I think it's about this time every year when I start longing for a vacation that will take me out of myself and my somewhat dreary, scheduled life. Somewhere I can be spontaneous and do what I want when I want without thinking about where I should be going or how much laundry there is still left to do.

Do you ever feel that way? Like the brightest parts of life have been sucked out and you're left holding a schedule that once was order but is now slavery? I wouldn't find it any more odd if I was the only one who ever had these feelings (though I know I'm not) because everyone else seems so content to just go on doing what they're doing without really being themselves.

And while I am content (and yes, happy) where I am, doing what I'm doing, being who I am, I want to do more, be more and go places I've never been. Because, quite frankly, I've been nearly nowhere and done nearly nothing.