The land up above.

The more I think about it, the more I want to move to Australia. I'm not sure what it is about the entire continent that intrigues me more than any other place on earth. I don't think I want to live on islands my entire life, but I would love to live in the southern hemisphere. While all those Texans and Zonies gripe about how hot it is up in North America, I would be out enjoying the peak of winter. Why do so many things seem so much better there when I haven't even seen how things there are? I also want to get far, far, far away from America, because I am quite disgusted with seeing it and hearing about it. Sometimes, I wish I could hide out in my own private bunker somewhere in the depths of Antarctica for a few months. Maybe then, I wouldn't have to hear about the "courage and valor of American troops" or be stuck watching a heart warming, inspirational fifteen minute segment on a national news program about how God miraculously reunited a little Alabama girl and her pet mouse after a horrible flooding situational event because thousands of Americans prayed for her. Let us all breathe a sigh of relief for little Jessica Joey Bob McHamilton-Smith-Jensen, a beautiful little girl who likes hotdogs, old-fashioned Brazilian alarm clocks that go baloopadabangwazi, and mice.


I think my desire to exist on a large continent as opposed to a relatively tiny island grows stronger by the day. Hawaii is beautiful, but is also too geographically restrictive to be ideal. Sure, I would take a trip to Europe, but currently, I have my sights set on Australia. Or hell, New Zealand, even. It's certainly close enough. At the moment, I am anything but dissatisfied with where I live, but I still like to look ahead.