  All my life, I dreamed of living in the city. Well, at least all of my adolescent/adult life. That's where the action is. That's where I'll become someone, where I'll be part of it all instead of an observer on the sidelines of life. And now, I just want some peace and quite for a while. There's no pleasing me. So much to do, see, and hear, and so many people to meet.
Potential lovers, friends, enemies. I want to hide. I need a break. I need to go wander through some wilderness until I start talking to myself for entertainment. Because I feel like I've been shoved into a little box. In a way, I have been. A 3 bedroom apartment with 6 girls.
At least 2 of us are in there all the time. I share a room with another girl. An apartment, stacked on top of and in between and beside hundreds of dwellings, all conforming to the same blueprint. The building itself surrounded, by other buildings, tunnels, shops, PEOPLE. A small closet-office at work, shared with a coworker. The metro, big boxes on wheels crammed full of people, coming and going from their respective and shared cubes and boxes. It's fun for a while, but I really wonder if we were meant to live like this. 
