Two and a half years ago I really wanted to take off and see the world, but I had no money. I was so, so, so poor and had just dropped out of school. It was a scary time. So I ended up getting a job and moving to Colorado which ended up being the best thing I’ve ever done for myself and it was by far one of the most happiest years of my life to date. But that job eventually came to an end so I seized the opportunity to travel, which had been my dream for years. I succeeded at a goal, and that was an amazing feeling.
But what goes up must come down. I knew that coming back from spending the majority of this year traveling would be difficult, but knowing something is difficult and actually experiencing the hardship are two completely different things. I’m back to square one: no home, not even sure what city I want to be in right now, no job, not even sure what I want to do right now, most of my friends have all moved on with their lives (I admit, it’s hard to keep up with a moving target) - I’m not a priority in anyone’s life but my own, and I have no girl or even romantic interests… they’ve all moved on too. I’m literally starting from scratch here. It’s very painful, a little bit scary, and quite lonely.
But I also don’t want your sympathy; I’ve made it through much murkier waters. I share this not to be dramatic, to rant, or for attention, but because I’m human and I want to express myself and be heard and because I want you to know what’s going on in my life. Maybe you’ve been through a similar experience. Maybe you can relate.
This next year is going to be interesting. Once again, I’m creating a new life for myself from scratch. Things are always better the second time around, so I’m optimistic. This will be a fantastic year. I can’t wait to see where it goes.