I am getting restless again. Standard, I know. I have officially held my job at the Pumphouse for a longer continuous period of time than I have ever held another job. I have lived at 630 Lashley Street longer than any other place since I left Millwood Road to go to Cedarville more than four years ago. I am back in school, and it is a good thing. And yet, I grow restless again.
I have been trying to pinpoint exactly where this restlessness comes from. I have no traumatic events in my past or skeletons in my closet that I am running from. It is not as if I don't have any other options. I can't explain it. I guess I am just eternally curious. All I know is that I have an itch, and if I don't scratch it, I go crazy. A "career" doesn't really interest me, and at this point, neither does a family. I hate to say it, but going to school still feels like going through the motions. I plan on sticking with it this time, but I think in order to stay sane, I am going to have to have some very stimulating summers. This summer, I think I might go south. From Colorado to Paraguay. Living out of a backpack and bus-hopping. I have also thought about pursuing a job as a white water rafting guide. Now that I have bartending experience, I will be able to find a job most anywhere. So maybe I should live in Costa Rica for the summer, working behind a bar. Perhaps Hawaii. Then again, there is always the sailboat idea.....
I need feedback.
song
12 years ago
3 comments:
umm....sailboat....HELLO!!! :) Restlessness is a phase of life, but sometimes it can come for lack of acknowledging purpose. Do a double check on your aims...gigantic, micro...whatever it be...that might help :)
umm...i'm going to belfast. and i'll have an apartment from jan-may. so if you want to stop by. you are welcome. we can go pubbin in dublin
I'm finding myself in the same restless state as you- difference is that I am significantly annoyed by it.
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