I want the Weather, but I hate the Weather

I'm sick of California because it's always 80 degrees and sunny. But if I lived in Indiana I'd be sick of it because it's freezing, always freezing. So maybe I'm just constantly un-content. 

It's a struggle to stay in one place. When people say they never want to move, I start feeling claustrophobic for them. I don't want to live anywhere for more than two years. I'm addicted to change. I want my hair long and short and five different colors, I want enough shoes to wear a different one to suit every mood, I want to stay home and go out at the same time, I want to live here, and not here. For some reason I thought it was college restlessness, but it turns out it's just life restlessness. Maybe I'm just not where I'm supposed to be, but I'm starting to believe that there is no where I'm supposed to be. I miss too many places. I want too many things. I've lost too many alternate lives. I have too many paths to take. And so all I want is change.

(I really hope my future boss isn't reading this, I'm reliable I promise)