Cliché

Dear Blog,
Lately, I've been feeling I want to be cliché. Or at least stereotypical. I watched Julie and Julia today (because it was the only thing worth watching while stuck in the hotel during a rainstorm) and I decided I just want to be another one of those mormon girls who gets married and blogs a lot about food and Pinterest.
But then again, not really. I want to change the world somehow, but in a special way. I want to inspire others, like how I'm inspired by others.
And then again, I want to be in a Nicholas Sparks movie. I just want to know who my husband is, but not get married yet. Can't this be ok?
And then again, I can't shake the feeling my family might be moving soon. My parents sure talk about it enough. I like the idea of moving, but just thinking about it gives me extreme anxiety. I hate thinking that I'd have to leave the 12th ward, but then again, they're all leaving too. I think I have some sort of attachment problem.
I like the idea of travelling to a foreign country and just having at it, but I think I'd be too chicken to actually do it.
If someone asked me to go on an adventure with them right this very second, I think I'd say "Yes. Just let me get dressed. I'm in my sock monkey pajamas."

Love, an indecisive Isabel

"The Show" by Lenka
"This is the Beginning" by BOY
"Keep Breathing" by Ingrid Michaelson

P.S. I know, this post is unorganized, just like the rest of these totally dumpy teenage blog posts.