My coworker is moving to Seattle with her husband in two weeks and when she talked about how she’d never been there before this past weekend and she bought a small house and would be working this job from home, I was really jealous. I’ve been getting stir-crazy from having been only in New York and nearby areas since March - this isn’t unusual for most, but for me it feels too static. The idea of a huge crazy change is so appealing now that everything is so routine. I’ve gotten mostly used to the idea of life being 9-5 workday-drive until I die at my desk over an unfinished manuscript, but when I hear about other people traveling and living in new places I pine away over the idea for days. I’m trying to get a tiny six-day trip to Florida together over Thanksgiving and even that is proving impossible due to pet care and finances and conflicting me/boy schedules. I guess I finally get what a friend once said about how he felt when I was leaving for London/Amsterdam in March. He said he cried because he couldn’t foresee any time where he’d be able to do that and the longing for such a trip just made him snap. I’ve been lucky to have so many opportunities to travel and really shouldn’t complain about my inability to travel due to having a job, but man do I wish I could uproot everything and move to Paris and simply live off some magical trust fund and fly wherever, whenever, and stay in glorious hotels. And I really wish I didn’t actually know someone who is doing exactly that.