Restless mind syndrome

I want to move to San Fran Sisco and become a kitschy hippy girl and wear lace and floral and meet a guitarist who I can go to the market with. I want to ride a yellow scooter and ride the trams.
I want to move to Spain and work in a cheese shop and die my hair dark brown so that I feel more Spanish. I want to wear a yellow apron with red trim and wrap wheels of cheese in soft cloth and pack them into crates.
I've also always wanted to work in a cranberry bog. I don't know why, but those Ocean Spray commercials with those dudes standing in the water wearing hip waders, surrounded by floating cranberries always made me want to be there. I know in reality it would probably be a lot less enjoyable than I anticipate, but I feel like I would like to see that for myself.
I have always felt like in my life, something extraordinary was bound to happen. My whole life I have felt like I deserved a fantastic experience, like a movie or a book (but I suppose everyone thinks that, don't they?). Lately I've been feeling like that possibility might be steadily reaching its end. I am headed down a fairly solid career path (granted that I make it), and it feels like once that happens thats it, times up. I definitely thought that in the midst of my constant meandering through life that extraordinary event would occur before this concrete decision I seem to have finally made. It makes me feel a little like I'm getting myself stuck. And that scares me. But oddly it also doesn't scare me. Maybe I'm just slowly accepting the wonderfulness of my ordinary life, and somewhat relinquishing the idea of the extraordinary adventure. Maybe I'll just keep getting stuck and stuck and mentally fighting it, until one day I realize hey this ordinary life IS extraordinary. Maybe I'll turn out like the modern female version of George Bailey. Althought I will admit I could never be as fabulous as James Stuart. But right now this restless need for adventure keeps prodding my mind, and for now I'll still hope for all these things to happen one day. And I'll always hope for my extraordinary piece of ordinary.