I sit here, taking in my surroundings. They are familiar, yet foreign. I long to be on the other side of the fence, where the grass is surely greener. I've been told several times, by several people that it's not as glorious as it seems, yet still, I long. I'm meant for a higher purpose, some may say that the things I've experienced and seen are the higher purpose, yet still I want more. This seems to be the driving force behind the sails of my life; to want more. Surely there will be more to follow.