Tightness in my chest

I'm bored.
Completely.
I have to take science classes in the morning and then I sit in an office all day working. I finished the book I was reading today (New Moon) and now I need another one. I'm tired of being bored. I don't do bored well. As you can all tell by now.

Really. Summer can be such a great time but it feels so cluttered up by taking classes. I'm ready for the end of the month and my trip to Ireland. I know I will still be taking classes (and writing a lot of papers) but it's the fact that I won't be here that entices me. I'm the type of person that can't relax. Well, hardly relax. When I'm given the opportunity I automatically feel like there is something I am supposed to be doing or somewhere I need to go. Take for instance this past week. I go through my daily routine - class, work, then home for the night (at 4). I have roughly about 6 hours to relax and do whatever before I hit the sack and go to bed. Yet, I've had trouble staying in my apartment. It's like, I feel as if I need to GO somewhere, DO something, to have any affect on me. I did spend a lot of my evenings reading on my couch, but when I wasn't reading, I needed to be doing something else. I couldn't just turn on the T.V. and watch it or pop in a movie, or even hang out with a friend. I just et this tight feeling in my chest almost as if I can't breathe. When that happens, I have to get out.
In this crazy busy world that too often drags me down and stresses me out, how can I not embrace the opportunity I have to relax and sit down? How can I not breathe and enjoy the moment? I think back to last summer when I spent a few months in Florida. I didn't have any trouble relaxing. I don't know if that is because I could go to the beach everyday if I wanted (and the beach is my muse. My home. Part of my soul.) or if it was because I just felt myself there?
I don't feel myself here.
By that, I'm tired of the Midwest. I'm tired of the place I'm in. I want to be done, out, doing something different. It's so hard to relax here. Maybe it's because it feels like life has to be busy all the time. Like life IS busy all the time. There's no place to go to just sit and enjoy nature, to sit and relax. Matter is constantly moving here (ok, hyperbole but you get the point). It just feels like everyone and everything can't sit still. And that's where I fall into place.
I'm in a transitioning that I have been in for three years. It's called college life, but I'm at the point where I want to be done, out, vamoosed. I want a life. A real life with a husband and a house and a job. I just want to feel like I can breath again.

And I can't do that until I feel the salt on my face.