Could you be the one?

Life is complacent. Need a muse. Need to feel the wheels hitting the road. Inspiration is lacking. The cold is wearing away at my soul, I need to breathe in some fresh air. I have started seriously thinking about moving. It will be difficult, with job and kids here, but I have that itch. Maybe I just want to have a fresh slate to be able to write my history anew. Could be that the spirit of the universe is really pushing me that way, not sure. All I know is I am tired of being bored. Doubting that I was truly created for the rat race, I feel more akin to a gypsy. Enough of my lonely evening ideas.