Restless

So. As I'm in the throes of trying to arrange a few things for my return to Seattle (mobile phone, lodging, job being the Big Three), I'm starting to feel restless. I think there's also a certain amount of restlessness since this is the end of my trip. Some of you might think that the last few weeks would be a whirlwind of activity. I'm finding that I'm going back to my Lazy Way of Sightseeing. As in, seeing perhaps one thing a day.

Today, I met someone for lunch. It was cool and he invited me to a party this Saturday night.

I'm planning on leaving Milan on Sunday, though I don't know where I'm going. I'd like to go to Paris for a few days, but finding lodging there is rather difficult and I don't think I even want to know what hotel prices are like there...

I also feel a little restless because after a little proper romance (in retrospect, the Turkish Interlude was just that, an interlude), I want more and I don't think there is to be more with the man from the other night. He really is a great guy. A shame.

Oh well. I suppose I just feel like the kid in the candy shop...a kid that is given a dollar one day and is able to have candy (after not having good candy in a Really Long Time...), and then is hoping the same person will give them a dollar a couple days later. Perhaps a poor analogy for this, but I'm sure you all get the idea.

Or maybe the restlessness is just an indicator of not wanting to let go of this nomadic life of mine. Sort of a pre-mourning for this nomadic life.

I need to get this restlessness out of my system, so I don't squander the end of this holiday.

I need to dance.