Restless

I'm feeling the itch to find somewhere new. New York, or Ireland, or Spain, or India. Somewhere else. My rent ends in September, but my landlord might be getting evicted soon, so I could leave and not sacrifice my security deposit.


Where does this life go, what does it mean to be alive? How do all these people get up in the morning and go to bed at night without knowing. How do I do it? Do I, or am I live, or am I pretending with everyone else.

I don't think the Truth resides where I am, I need to move. But I'm afraid that I won't find it anywhere but inside myself.

Time progression

Well, I have to successfully report that the happiness that I held in my heart when I drove away has never left me, even two months on my own.

In other news, I'm now officially breaking even, a good two months before I thought I was going to be earning enough.

Also, an observation: if people seem most happy before they achieve something, then it is best for them to have goals that are very ambitious. However, if one does not learn to thoroughly enjoy the process, then find some other profession, methinks.

Well, that's it for now, I'm going to take a shower.