going somewhere?
the other day i was fantasizing about my family kicking me out of the house. i started imagining how i'd make ends meet. while i didn't have any groundbreaking inspirations, it felt good to internalize my stuckness instead of drinking another pbr and ignoring it.
ok, actually that was a lie. instead of having a pbr and ignoring the thought, i had a pbr and thought about it.
i've been living at home hopes that i'll save money (i never do) and that the comforts of home will somehow motivate me to get on with my life. i've had an interesting few years, but i still haven't gotten my shit together enough to stand on my own two feet so don't think this rational is working.
the truth is, i have attempted to leave a few times, unsuccessfully.
this spring i made a personal goal for myself that i'd move out of the house by november, which gives me a month. to be honest i haven't thought much about this goal until a few days ago.
i'm not promising anything, but at least i've vocalized it.