Stole this from her facebook status, but it is precisely how i have felt since moving. I love my life here, but this bizarre month of nothing structured but every abstract expectation has left me feeling a bit…blech.
”I want to think again of dangerous and noble things, I want to be light and frolicsome, I want to be improbable, beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings.” – Mary Oliver
The Woods (which stutter and sing) 