ESCAPE

i’m here now.

mission accomplished.

it’s time to get out. see the world. flirt with italian boys IN ITALIAN. argue with some drunk french people in france. IN FRENCH. gossip with the girls in spain. IN SPANISH. debate politics with israelis. IN HEBREW. i feel like language is really the key to everything. but that’s irrelevant. i want to get out. see something new, experience life outside new jersey, outside high school, outside teenage-dom. i want to just get out of here, go somewhere completely new and get completely lost and stumble upon a charming little apartment just outside venice. i want to be lost and found.

i’m bored with this. it’s not the boredom thats the problem though. i can deal with boredom. life is generally rather dull. it’s the discontent, the knowledge that somewhere out there is a universe far bigger than myself and i know nothing of it.

i’ve always wanted to go to space. not to see the universe, but to see the world. land masses and oceans and the knowledge that just because it looks empty doesnt mean it is. i don’t want adventure, in the clearest sense. i don’t want to go rock climbing or skiing in the alps or any of that business. i want to learn, and not from a classroom. from people. people. i’m learning and i can’t finish my lessons here, and not in college and not in my mother’s boundaries and just not here.

there