San Jose, Costa Rica -- morning

I'm not even sure what to write about, but I feel that I should write. I'm not sure exactly what I'm feeling right now, but I figure I can get a better idea from what comes out of the tip of this pen. I think I feel listless. I wish I could just pick up and go. I want to walk out the door and go exploring. Since I've been here, my schedule has been determined by everyone but me. Somehow I need to establish my own initiative and leadership. I had gotten used to the feeling of independence while I was in Philly. At any point in time I could just leave my apartment to walk the streets of Philadelphia. But here in San Jose, all the houses have high metal fences and bars on the windows. That doesn't do much to alleviate my feeling caged-in like some kind of a bird with the potential to fly among the clouds. Instead my wings are clipped and I look out at the world from my own little world, knowing that there is so much else out there. I've got to break free. I've got to experience that line from the book, Jonathan Livingston Seagull: "The gull who flies highest sees the farthest." I've got to live life.