Time, distance, and people.
I feel old. As of late, I’ve started to catch myself saying things like “Ugh, dance clubs? I’m getting too old for that shit,” or “Nah, I’m going to stay in, I’m tired,” in addition to frequent ideas that concern money saving and house buying. I’m sure 23 is not the time to be shitting bricks over such things, but then again, being prepared is nice. By the way, I just found out a(n older) close friend is having a baby…and it’s all good. I’m actually quite excited for this, when before I would of been slightly disturbed. I must realize that for some of us, those times are on their way. Coming soon: friend’s weddings, more people moving away, new additions, and the realization that our youthful party antics are becoming dangerous to our health. Yikes!
Wonderlust has whipped my brain. I think about leaving Southern California daily. While driving or at work, or at home, or with friends — the ideas keep coming. I want to live elsewhere — The Bay, Portland, Seattle, possibly East Coast? I love the idea of relocating to Amsterdam or Berlin by the time I’m 28. I feel so mixed up, but so certain…
I also find myself constantly reminded of a guy a tried to pursue back in October. He was older, lived a little further west, and was really involved with his career. Not that that was a bad thing…I actually found his determination to be incredibly attractive. His stories and ideas made me want to talk to him for hours. We went out a couple of times and had hang outs that I thought went really well…but then we kind of just…stopped talking. I’ve wanted to call him to catch up, but I’m not quite sure if I should. Anyway, he pops up in my head from time to time…well, ya know, when I’m not thinking about moving.