I try not to be basic. I really do.

But the truth is, I’m just like everybody else. And everyone is a little basic. And I’m sorry to break it to you, so are you.

That’s why, dear reader, I know we’ll get along swimmingly. Because just like you, I’m a little…unsatisfied.

Most of the time, I truly believe I’m an ornery old 85 year old woman trapped in a 26 year old body. And the only thing I could ever want is to snuggle with forty cats and sip a thermos of hot tea (caffeinated of course–what are we, heathens?). At those moments, I think to myself, “Hey, this is OK. Sure, I’m a little bored and maybe sitting around is making my ass sore but what more could a girl want? I’ve got a shit ton of cats, everything is calm, and controlled, and bro, I could totally chill for the next 40-50 years of my life.”

And then, just like that, this brief moment of “eh, this is alright” passes and my life transforms into a full blown panic. One second I’m all namaste and the next I’m all “oh my god, is this all life is every going to be? Is THIS the meaning of life? Is THIS IT?”

Because even I, for all of my old lady tendencies and desire for comfort, reliability, and security, cannot resist the tantalizing pull of adventure.

And I have to say, I make a mean cocktail of mixed-emotions. Put a dash of curiosity. A sprinkle of “can do attitude.”And long pour of fear of commitment. Mix it all together and you have one very, very confused millennial woman-child.

An insatiable need to find out if the grass really is greener on the other side.

The desire to find out

—is there more?



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