To start you off, here's something I found that hit me in the heart. Its been at least 4 years since I wrote this, yet I feel its just as applicable to my life today as it was then.
"So Im in an upper class suburban paradise, complete with ponds, lush green grass and palm trees. Everything has that aztec feel of sand colored clay houses with rich reds and bold yellows. There is a late model car of every conceivable make and model sitting, trophy like, in each and every driveway I pass. Everything is shiny and new, inside and out, in that "made to look old" sort of way. Renovations and extensions happen at least once a year. Apparently, perfect isn't good enough.
The second you leave this gated kingdom you are surrounded by desert sand and desert sun. The green fades away and everything becomes khaki colored. Not just your surroundings, but you. Your leather interior in your 2006 convertible? Khaki. Your south beach diet breakfast? Khaki.
Somehow, some part of me wants it. I want a sunkissed face and gorgeous waves of golden blonde. I want to live more then comfortably with pedicures and a new car every year. I want to own Pottery Barn couches, sheets, tables, magnets. I want to lounge by my pool taking "important business calls" on my brand new cell phone. I want clean lines and coordinating hand towels, all in the same shade of beige.
Or do I?
I want to be a bohemian beach bum. I want a shack of a house complete with no less then 2 roommates who struggle to pay their rent as much as I do. I want the sun in my life and the waves for my surfboard (which I will learn to ride later). I want to earn minimum wage at a crappy job I love. I want to just live."
