There's Such a Lot of World to See

               These Lookbooks from Need Supply Co.  make me want to go on a road trip with my friends and wander aimlessly across the country. We can all be vagabond Gypsies who wear pretty vintage clothing, floppy hats, platform wedges, winged sunglasses, false eyelashes, and paint our lips with hues of reds, blues, pinks, purples, and nudes. Because we can; because we're free and young and our bones ache with adventure and wanderlust. Our mouths and fingertips will be stained with strawberry blood and our dashboard will be littered with maps that have lipstick paths drawn over the branch-like highways and roads. The trunk will be filled with old suitcases, a portable typewriter, sentimental souvenirs, diaries and pens, feather earrings, mismatched socks, snacks and a cooler for drinks (filled with strawberry lemonade and diet soda), cameras and rolls of film, purses, mixed CDs, sunscreen, water-melon flavored gum, hair ties, bobby pins, a straw hat, poetry books (Plath, Dickinson, Poe), heart-shaped sunglasses, a purple bobbed wig, leather satchels, jars of jam, and travel brochures.

               We shall claim the world as our own! As we travel around her pathways, we obtain a more refined and sophisticated understanding and admiration for everything and everyone. In our foolishness and childlike fun, we shall gain wisdom and experience. Notebooks and diaries will overflow with memories and good times and will later bring a smile to our creased and wrinkled faces as we reminiscence about our youth. Perhaps our children will read it and collect the photographs that documented the trip and maybe they’re see what’s its like to love life and be loved back by life and feel the thrill and exhilaration that we felt as we traveled with our heads hanging from the window and the wind breathing violently against our faces and tugging at our hair. Memories are only memories when they are remembered; they must be written or documented in someway so we never forget them. 

               I will never understand those who are satisfied in staying in one place for their entire life. Why doesn’t everyone feel that strong urge to wander, to run tugging at their muscles? I feel it everyday. I live through movies, books, travel brochures, photographs, or anything else that makes me feel like I’m in a different place, experiencing different things and people. I will do anything just to experience the temporary relief of escaping. I am trapped within insipid suburban hell. I am at that awkward phase in my life where I am neither a child nor an adult. I am starting to acquire adult-like responsibilities (driving, a job, more freedom) but I am still incapable of caring and paying for myself. I so desperately want to cherish the golden years of my youth and relish the time where all my expenses and needs are met by my parents; however, I can’t help but feel restless and bored. I thirst for knowledge and yearn for open spaces and beautiful places!