Maybe I belong in Nebraska. With cows. Who knows.
About a year ago, I wrote about my new job. Now, that job is far from new, and the friends I’ve made are becoming old friends. But I’ve started to let older pieces of my life fall away. I rarely sing anywhere that isn’t my room, for anyone. I hardly speak to my brother and sister, or friends from college. I see my boyfriend often, and I’m fairly certain the reason I feel addicted to him is due to the distraction he provides.
Chances are, whatever I’m saying has been said a thousand times before me, by someone more eloquent and less immature. My life has absolutely no direction. I have no idea what I want, where I want to live, what I want to do, or who I want to be.
The optimist would tell me that this is a fantastic opportunity for self-discovery. Self-discovery is messy and confusing, though, and all I really want to do is lie in bed (naked), listen to music, sing in front of thousands (preferably not naked) and be on a boat for a while each day.
