First time for everything, they say. Today is the first time the urge to pack up all my shit… scratch that… give away all my shit, and just take the fuck off from this place. Don’t particularly need any excuses as to why the urge strikes; just does. After about twenty-five years in the same shit-hole, the mood suites me to not spend more time here than physically required. Come this spring semester the journey begins where the decisions of my life actually start. Do I A.) start grad school or B.) start my career? Hmmm… tough one. Don’t have any lost love for this state in actual truth; so, maybe I’ll push on to whatever suits me best. Haven’t tried any other state than California as far as living goes. Been to many of them, but haven’t lived in them. With the skill set I’m developing I could potentially make an alright living traveling around the country, or countries, using my knowledge to never stay in one spot for too long. Could be nice.
Back to the topic though. Grad school… it would certainly up the ante on what my path is. Now would be the perfect time to do such a thing, as the knowledge is still fairly clear — most days — in my head. Others may disagree in that my brain can actually function. Pretty sure it does, but only for things that are important. That’s a different matter though. With nothing holding me down here, what’s the difference as to where the destination is? Each path leads to a different life. As long as it’s somewhere, it’ll be fine. If along the way I meet some new people, have some fun, and find what I’m looking for: great. If along the way there’s nothing there for me, at least I tried looking; so be it, there’ll be no regrets. The question of when to stop can be left for another time.
Suppose I’ll settle for a camping trip in the near future for now.