Saturday, January 12, 2008
don't let me hear you say life's taking your nowhere...
sometimes age is not just a number. and sometimes numbers mean more than they should. sometimes miles are too far. and sometimes you just need to let go.
i'm thinking of moving. i've been thinking about it for a while. just me, myself, and i, going somewhere where i know i can be happy and where i've always wanted to live. i can do my job from anywhere, really, and the only excuse not to is the expense of the city. but i really want to be a proofreader, and i really want to be in san francisco.
so i'm going to look into it, because that's at least the first step. i have very little reason to stay here other than family and a few friends, and really, i just don't want to be here anymore. i'm happy, but i'm restless. even though people have said it before, this seems like such a small town and that i've explored all my options.
so yeah, i'm happy. i can't recall the last time i considered myself "depressed" but then sometimes i wonder if i've built the wall too high, and look over my shoulder, wondering when some the bricks will fall out. well, i think a brick or two has loosed itself recently and it's got me pensive.
i think it's time to detach the barnacles and swim freely. if you catch my drift.