half of my heart

This weekend I caught up with my old friend Eric, who was in Fargo for a wedding. He just graduated from chiropractic school in Portland, where my mama and siblings live, and shipped out to Boston, Mass. for a killer internship at a hospital.

Pardon? Oh, yes! The point. The point is that talking to him brought up an all-too-familiar feeling. You know, the one where you feel like you should be somewhere else, doing something different, being someone better/cooler/kinder/more interesting.

I've been in Fargo for almost seven years. And, as a child who moved more than five times throughout her elementary/high school years, I've got the itch to pick up and get going. I feel the way about staying the same that most people feel about change. I haaaayte it. Cue melodramatics.

"Make the change now," you say? "What are you waiting for," you ask? Well...I simply don't know what I want to do with myself. Half of my heart's got a grip on the situation. Half of my heart takes time.*

You know, I'm not sure this will ever be a niche blog - just a travel blog, a fashion blog, an e-diary (let's face it, I'm not mature enough to be writing a journal). But I do know it's called thebiggestlittleadventure for a reason. It's because I know that life is what you make it. And because I believe that everyone's story is beautiful, awesome, exciting and hilarious; that it's just a matter of perspective.

For now, I'll spend my time feeling as happily stuck-ish as possible, trying to figure it out, drinking grandma tea out of this mug, and telling you about my little life moments. Because, who better to care about those moments than you? (hint: no one)

John Mayer - Half of my Heart

*Dear John Mayer, consider this lyrical theft payback for the laundry list of silly things you've said in public that have caused me to feel shame when admitting to liking your stuff. Blast you and your catchy songs.