Wanderlust

 It is only June (the kids are not even out of school yet) and the usual restlessness I get during the summer is here.  I know I am not going anywhere, and it honestly depresses me.  I hate being stuck in one place, esp. in the area I have been living the last eight years or so.   I hate living in Pennsylvania....everyone who knows me knows how much I hate living here.  I am out of place.....even living here as long as I have hasn't made me a local. Even  my husband refers to me as The Tourist.    I cannot go home to Michigan (due to the reason I left in the first place), and I wouldn't want to go back there to live anyway to tell you the truth.
      I dream of majestic mountains.  I dream of staring out over an endless ocean.  I dream of getting lost among forests of moss covered trees and swimming underneath waterfalls.   I have been using my restlessness to scheme and plan my escape.  Planning the move, planning the road trip that will get us where we want to go.  I have three places picked out and where we end up depends on which school accepts me and where we find work.  The trip also depends on how much money we manage to scrap together before next summer.  It should be interesting.