Californication

So, I'm moving. I've never lived anywhere but East Texas, and there is a huge chance that I am going to fail miserably. It really feels like the beginning of everything wonderful in my life though. I am blessed with gracious friends who don't run away screaming with their hands over their ears because I keep repeating myself over and over. California California California. I just can't help it! I am so in love with the possibility of extraordinary things. My excitement is actually tangible! I feel like a supernova, A big ball of light and energy that just cant be contained anymore. I'm awake! I'm alive! I am going to live somewhere that I have never even seen, and all I can think about is thank GOD! Even if I go and bite the dust, I went. I tried. It's easy to spend your whole life doing the socially acceptable thing. Get a job, start a family, provide for that family. Its honorable. Its good. Its enough for most people. I want more! I want love and babies, sure! But I also want to stand at the edge of the world and feel sea-breeze on my skin. I want to know a million fascinating people! I want chocolate in South America, I want crocodiles and giraffes, I want the Eiffel tower! I want to live. REALLY live. I want simple things AND extravagant things. I refuse to believe that I can't have them.