Anywhere but here...

Sometimes, I feel like I want to be anywhere but where I am at that moment. It's a hard feeling to shake. I look out the windows, at home or on my way to school, and I see the beautiful mountains, and the blue skies and the happy palm trees and it all looks so wonderful... but then I just don't want to be where I am. I don't want to be at school. I don't want to be at home. I don't want to be in California. I don't really want to be anywhere, but I also want to be everywhere.
Yesterday, I was in the Salt Lake City airport, and I was just miserable. The flight next to me was calling out over and over again, "All passengers on Flight 170 to Charles de Gaulle, you may now board." Charles de Gaulle. Nothing has ever sounded so tempting in my life. Sitting in the airport, watching the hôtess de l'air take passports,
I had an unbearable yearning to jump up and get on that plane. Paris is COLD right now. Really cold, and wet. So, SO wet. And I wanted to go there.

I have never been cold and wet for so long, with no warmth from anywhere. I have never been so frustrated with my body's lack of heating ability. Yet, on my way back to sunny, warm California all I wanted was to be placed in a foreign land, where I knew no one.
I listened to a few French cd's on the plane, and haven't stopped since. I don't know what to do about it. I'm in the paradise of the world, and all I want is the unfamiliar, the unknown, the chaos and confusion of a big city and a foreign tongue.
I don't even know what I would do once I got there, but I just want to be there. Anywhere, but here.