Wanderlust

With school out and Andrew working so much, I find myself bored and lonely. I'm reading a lot, mostly the fantasy genre (Christopher Moore makes me happy) but trying to get around to the classics. Existentialist literature and beat poetry intrigue me, if only I had the money to buy books books books. I especially want Clockwork Orange. Wishing I felt inspired to write more, but sadly I have nothing to write about presently so my poetry just seems to be lacking anything. I have no good brushes, so I cannot paint.
Sometimes I feel a little trapped, I want to travel. To go to Italy, Japan, France, Spain. Or even just Chicago, New York, San Francisco, Las Angeles. I want to visit the museums and see the houses of the artists and wish I were a part of a real art scene. Like Crumb, Warhol, or even Pollock. I'm growing restless.