I feel like I am at a very important point in my life. I could take twenty-million different routes and be in an infanant amount of places but it is a matter of finding what is right. Over the years I've tried to live as presently as possible, my greatest fear is to become a passive person; yet I tend to slip back into that lifestyle when things get complicated.
I am home for the summer but this place isn't the home it once was. A good friend of mine that attended school with me had a nice talk in the park today. He told me that these past six months he has spent in Montana have felt like time wasted. "I have never felt like I have wasted time before." He was so upset that he hasn't created any memories or met new people, and trust me, this kid always has the best stories. We agreed, there is nothing here. He's leaving in a week and I wish I could go with him. I feel like the month I have been home has been such a step back for me.
But I need a solid thousand, or better yet two thousand to leave for good. I have a pay check of two hundred and fifty bucks coming for three weeks of work; I can't get anywhere with that kind of income. I miss Minneapolis and I miss having my own place and my broke-ass lifestyle in the city.
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