getting over it

I can't wait to move. Not because i'm disliking where I am more-so, on the contrary, i'm liking it at the moment; rather, it's because I just read a book where an english woman moves to Sydney for a year, and it's made me get an itch for change. I want to be hectic. I want to be confused. I want to be happy and sad and crazy and mad and all those other things that comes with new circumstances. I want to go a week without wishing I lived in Canada. I want to get miserable, stress about it, and then realise how stupid I was the following week. I want lust and pain and fits of laughter. I want more.