I was looking through photographs from spring break last year, when I realized that while I really miss springtime in Texas, it's not the place that draws me to it but the memories it contains.
I don't feel attached to any place more than the other. I don't belong to the club of travelers. I don't itch to travel the world or discover new places or yearn to be somewhere my soul belongs-- I belong wherever there are people who I love.
That said, I'm going to go back on my word and say that I'm getting really stir crazy right now... but I think that's a combination of the winter, dreaming of something greater than this life I lead, and a growing pile of work that I don't want to do.
(I also feel like I've been repeating myself lately-- passion, oh passion, wo bist du?)
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