Fire in my belly!

And cue restlessness!

For the last few days (but it started weeks ago) I've become increasingly anxious to be on the move.  I know that I'm supposed to be here in this little teensy town for a reason.  And with my dad being the way that he is right now, it's not likely that I'll be going anywhere long term.  But still...

I have so much that I want to do!

I want to go back to the coast.  I want to soak up Vancouver.  I want to see Tofino!  I really would like to take a road trip and I'm dying to see that IceHotel in Sweden (I'm pretty sure it's Sweden).  And what about Thailand and Australia and I've always always always wanted to go to Africa!!  There's so much of the earth that I want to touch that sometimes I wonder why I haven't jumped on a plane already and just fled.  Oh, well there's some debt. But debt shmet... it's not going anywhere!  And well, neither am I.  But I have Westjet credit which makes me all ansty because I know that it's going to expire this summer and where oh where should I go with it?!  Should I just book myself a trip to Hawaii?  Should I plan to go to BC..?  What if something better comes along?  There's just so much that I want to do.  But I need to be content because this is where I am right now.  And friends are going to be home in a month or so.  But I just have that fire in my belly kind of feeling like I need to just go. 

I should make a list of things that I would like to accomplish/see before I turn 21.  It's around the corner, kids.  It's totally going to sneak up on me, I just know it.  Perhaps that will be on tomorrow's agenda (no work!).  I also need to clean my room and start the initial recording process of a little jingle I crafted yesterday.  Shhh.. that stays between us. 

Oh, and I looked at paint samples today for the ol room renovation.  I've decided that I need to paint a giant olive tree on my wall.  The one I like kind of looks like it comes straight out of Hundred Acre Forest.  Anyways, I'm not a painter, but I like a good challenge.  I feel like this might be out of my grasp though.  We'll see I guess?  I want an olive tree because I read a book awhile back for my global politcs class which associated our roots, culture, and identity as an olive tree-deep and unmoving.  I loved the symbolism and it's always kind of stuck with me.  After going to Israel last spring and being surrounded by olive trees in the Holy Land, well, that kind of solidified my interest.  And I have quotes from some amazing women in my life that I would like to "hang" on the olive tree.  I'm curious to see how this idea will translate into real life. 

I'm curious to see how my life will translate into real life!  Bahhh.. I just want to go, go, go.  But I'm waiting for a reason.  Maybe I don't need one?  But I think I do.  I think in this case, since I feel that I was called home, I need a reason to go.  I think I'm going to pray about this.  And read about the Hebrew children and try and draw some insight from their narrative.  Not tonight though, sleep beckons me.