Wide Open Spaces

I feel like I'm dying, trapped here in my float-y bubble otherwise known as Provo. I need the big, open fields like the ones i grew up in; room to run when when i want to run; trees to climb, places to just sit and admire the beauty of this world. But instead, i look at these dreary buildings, all crammed together, and i know the open space is just far enough that i couldn't go on my own. I'm even sick of being next to the mountains. And I love mountains. But i just need open space. Prairie. I haven't picked up my camera since i moved here; because nothing moves me to beauty. The people here are truly amazing, however naive they may be, they are genuine, and seek to follow God. For the most part anyway. But i think if i hear another girl talk about how she wants to find a husband, or talk wedding ceremonies, i might just scream. I need deeper intellect and can"t stand all this waiting to start school. And partially its my own fault. And i know it. but my resources are limited and as my work hours are cut, there just aren't enough things to fill my time. I get stir-crazy, and i'm feeling the need to roam. I need a car, I think. So i can just drive. Just get the heck outta here. I dont feel like taking anyone with me. Don't get me wrong, there are so many friends here that i love and adore, and they are so willing to help with whatever i ask, but i feel like i need my space. so thats what this all boils down to: I need my wide open spaces. I need the open prairie where i can see for miles, where snow falls down unabashedly, and the sky is so blue and beautiful it makes me wanna cry.