Can’t shake the feeling that I should be elsewhere. Not sure where exactly, just straight up exploring; like a badass version of someone going house-hunting in the suburbs, EXCEPT THE WORLD IS MY SUBURB. This sentiment coincides with the purchasing of plane tickets to the Dominican Republic, where I’ll snorkel and scuba dive with turtles every day in December. They will also drink champagne with me on New Year’s Eve and kiss me at midnight. What can I say. I’m a playa. (for spanish speakers, pun intended)