Dreams

I'm stuck in a mundane life. School, work, home. Every day. Stuck in the blustery freezing cold weather, going through the montions every day. I'd love to escape the boring and familiar scenery. I dream of just getting in the car, cranking the country tunes and just driving down South and getting in touch with my roots, traveling to France to see the home of my ancestors. I desperately dream about leaving home in the fall to go to a school in New England. I think about leaving a lot, starting fresh. There are a lot of things I dream about: I want to be adventerous and see the world, actually feel like I'm living life instead of watching, and I've realized nothing will change unless I do.

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