I thought taking Lily to New York over her school break would help with my wanderlust. Instead, I've woken up every morning with the itch to do something different. It's a feeling that I've had off and on for most of my life; the last time that happened I applied for the job that ultimately moved us across the country to California. When I was 18 I went out and got a tattoo, when I was 22 I hopped a red-eye to Bali with my boyfriend at the time and did nothing but sit on a beach and drink, among other adult activities.
Becoming a grown-up, or maybe just a parent, means that I can't just throw some stuff into a suitcase and jet off, but that feeling is still there. It's not dissatisfaction, it's not unhappiness, it's just -- a craving, I guess. To experience something new, to do something different. I just don't know what that difference is yet.