mademmoiselle's bacteria

As I was packing and cleaning up my room & wardrobe (reluctantly, of cause), I have the sudden urge to just get out of this place and live in a place I always yearn. A studio apartment to myself, an awesome job which I love and a life to enjoy. A place with four seasons that allows me to dress stylishly in coats and boots. A place that no one knows me, where judgement is invalid because I don’t know the locals. Maybe that way, in a foreign land, all by myself, I will find my prince charming sweep me off my feet with his shiny armour and a beautiful white stallion. Maybe that way, I will be happier. Maybe that way, I will stop whinging about the greener pastures across the fence. Maybe that way, I will satisfy my urge. 

even with only five miserable dollars in my pocket, a shitty American & European economy, I still have that urge. It gets stronger each day. Am I desperate? Hell yeah, I think I am. I am desperate for change. I am desperate for something new and foreign to me. I am desperate for a brand new learning experience and I am desperate to kick that fear in my heart so that I will just do it. 

I just hope that this urge of mine is not an eternal escape from reality and that this urge with bring me to places and greater heights.