All the right moves.

I wanna move to a city.

There, I said it.

To New York, San Francisco, Toronto...whatever.

I want some kick-ass schooling that brings me to a my dream career, like I'm living life on a well-defined walkway. A career that I'm good at, one that gets my heartbeat racing, and one that I'm known for.
I'd like to move into a not-so-cheap apartment, complete with my favorite art pieces on the red walls, colossal panes of glass, my own queen-sized bed, jacuzzi bath-tub, and dishwasher.
I want to walk up a fleet of staircases before I reach my door.

I want to see streets beneath my window, and the city skyline blanket the horizon.

I want to take a cab to work, and wear high heels all day.

I'd imagine that on my lunch breaks, I'd go out for sushi with my co-workers,

And after work, I'd go on the occasional date with a well-dressed man.

Call me crazy, but I would love to fall asleep to the yellowy-glow of street-lights streaming through the window.
Where is all this coming from? It's coming form the fact that I live 45 minutes away from a huge and gorgeous city, and I haven't even explored it yet. It's coming from me having no form of transportation at my fingertips. I need to go out.
Christmas break is lookin' good right now. There will be cities, airports, cars, independence, high heels, and fine dining.