Sometimes I just want to move. Pack up the smallest amount of crap, and just go away.
Austin. Seattle. Vegas. San Diego. I don't even care.
Maybe I'll move closer to my best friend (who left me to move with her husband to Virginia - HOW RUDE, I KNOW!? Like, aren't I more important than him!?) (I'm only kidding. Slightly. And if you're reading this Marisol? I love you. :] ).
Maybe I'll go back to Austin. Pick up where I left off.
MAYBE I'll hitch it back on over to San Diego, where it's not 107 degrees. (I'M LOOKING AT YOU, DALLAS.)
But at the end of all that wishing I could just go away, I never want to leave home. I don't want to leave my oldest friends. I don't want to leave my family. I don't want to leave my boyfriend.
Lately, I feel like I'm at a fork in the road and I don't know which way to go. PSA everyone: growing up sucks. Yesterday, I saw some kids playing in the park and I was so tempted to go punch one of them because they have it so. freaking. good. Not a care in the world. Well, not quite. There is that whole make believe wedding they have at 3 o'clock. Then it's roller blading until time to head home for dinner (cooked by their mothers) and lights out by 8.
I'm going to the beach tomorrow where I will sit on the beach and - like the huge cliche that I am - try to gather some perspective.
In other news, I'm working on editing together my Comic-Con videos, so hopefully expect those soon. :]
3 comments:
I feel the same way! But dont leave me I would miss you!
I think it'd be fun to pack up and move too. I almost did when I was 19, but didn't wanna leave friends and whatnot. Ditto to Neely - I would miss you!
Um...how about you move to OKC?! :)
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