Not that I was moved by the film. In fact I find it, okaaay. So-so. I did love the idea of solo backpacks though. Food, language, strangers, the city, the suburbs, the culture, basically travel, all of those wrapped into one.
I am NOT unhappy like her. I am UNBEARABLY bored. And I want solo backpacks - not to find myself, BUT to get lost.
Unlike Liz, NO, I do not yearn to break free from the shackles of marriage, or for my case, relationship. Insane, but it's my partner who prods me to do so. Break free, try everything I want to do, get something as crazy as meaningless *** - IF I wish to. All I have to do, just let my sweet little are-you-fuckin-out-of-your-mind! bastard know.
This must be quarter-life.
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