I'm so bored with the USA...

Every so often that familiar feeling creeps back in...I need to get out of here. Three weeks in California when I was 20, 6 months in Ireland two years ago...Seattle for our honeymoon. Incidentally on that honeymoon we acquired possibly the best wedding gift ever. Two free tickets to be used by 09/04/2010 in the continental United States, since we received a very pleasant bump from our flight. Two hours later than expected and an extra layover = free-ish second honeymoon.

Last night I had one of my reoccurring foreign country dreams. Life somewhere other than here. Life somewhere perhaps where the grass is greener, and not buried under mounds of unwelcome snow. Life somewhere that is supported and valued by a nurturing health care system, where everyone has insurance no matter what. Kind of like those four days I spent in the hospital in Dublin after an unexpected surgery...where the first words I heard as the anesthesia wore off were "How does it feel knowing you don't have to pay a dime for this surgery?"

It felt pretty damn good. Even though my innards didn't feel that great. Imagine that, not even a citizen in the country and yet I have health care. What an idea! Those commie propagandists maybe aren't so bad after all...

Another reason I'm just itchin' to get out is because of work. Sure, retail is rewarding and well worth the crap pay, especially this time of year. I'm beginning to question WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ALL FOR?!

And that reminds me of a great flick I just watched by Woody Allen, starring Larry David entitled "Whatever Works." The typical misanthropic monologue that defines Woody Allen and that I have a penchant for adoring. New York City, the May-December Romance, the inevitable sense of doom that defines my very unsure, jaded existence. Whatever. Works.

I'll leave with some lyrics I just love from The Swell Season's tune "The Verb".

i'm tired of fighting she said
your words just rattle my head
the joy is draining out now
and I can't make it make sense...

At least I'm not alone. There are plenty of Woody Allen's, Larry David's and Marissa's out there to slowly drain out the rest of the water from the proverbial glass...