The world gets smaller when I get home. The infinite expanses of opportunity and ways to spend a sunny Sunday seem to be stuck behind a wall that's been there my whole life. It took me 3 years and an entire college campus to find a crew I could call up on a sunny weekend and kick it with, now that I'm back here I'm pretty much stuck.
Which is a long way of saying that I'm skullbustingly bored.
Maybe it's the sudden slowdown after a month of running, but man. It's a bit much. Somehow telling myself that in a couple months, after 3 weeks of fine art, good food and social living all I'll want is a day to myself. But you know, right now I don't want a day to myself, right now I want to live by a lake I can swim in, and plans for the 4th, and a paycheck. I want last summer.
I have a lot of reminders cluttering my room of how much people like me. Now to find some people...
Which is a long way of saying that I'm skullbustingly bored.
Maybe it's the sudden slowdown after a month of running, but man. It's a bit much. Somehow telling myself that in a couple months, after 3 weeks of fine art, good food and social living all I'll want is a day to myself. But you know, right now I don't want a day to myself, right now I want to live by a lake I can swim in, and plans for the 4th, and a paycheck. I want last summer.
I have a lot of reminders cluttering my room of how much people like me. Now to find some people...