I laugh to think that I'm antsy again. I move around so much. This is the first time I've felt homey in an apartment, though my little garden room in SF was homey at times. Having Friskie back helps.

But I find myself looking forward to next year--Hawaii for the first time with the family, and Israel a month later.

What's wrong with me? My heart seems to chase the idea of somewhere else and something new...

But now...

I feel like I'm coming to the end of my beginnings...

*sigh*

I need a new idea, a new voice in my head, a new muse in my life... I need to touch up my dreams with some vibrant colors.

I will be 25 in three weeks...