Sometimes I feel so... restless. Disappointed. Frustrated.

I look at my friends' blogs who are writing for a newspaper in Chile
or teaching English in Korea
and I am so desperate to get away.

The stories, the adventure, the travel, the people, the disappointments, the triumphs, the problem-solving, the language learning, the food...

What am I doing?

I have so many hopes and dreams -- why don't I at least follow one of them???

Sometimes the tightness in my chest is overwhelming. I feel so stiffled. I can't explain it.

I'm about to sign a year's lease. Why does this always happen? Why am I always caught in the middle of mediocre but never happy?

Then sometimes I look at friends' facebooks or blogs who are happily married with adorable children in a cozy home - I want that, too.

But maybe. Not yet? I'm not as young as I used to be. Something has got to change.