Unglued

Do you ever get the overwhelming urge to change everything about yourself?  To move to Paris and become a photojournalist for a humanitarian newspaper.  Or go to India and complete a year long hobo/spiritual journey around the world.  

To go anywhere but here, a college student dressed in red, doing mindless homework she cares nothing about, dreaming up far-fetched schemes; perhaps to escape the mundane.  Because she's not happy when she's not dreaming.  And she wonders if she'll ever overcome the anxiety that makes her imagination come unglued from her body and float far, far away.  

And her only real wish for Christmas is for a life she doesn't want to change.

I wonder if this isn't what we all desperately wish for?