Sitting on the floor in my room, waiting for my café du monde to brew in my cheap little 4-cup coffee maker. I keep it in my room now, along with most of what I need to have coffee so as to avoid leaving my room as much as possible in the morning. You ever feel like a prisoner in your own home? Kind of a drag.
I am just about at the end of this chapter in my life. I can feel it, taste it, and I crave it. But the fear is holding me back. The ever present fear of the unknown.
The pacific northwest is calling my name and it keeps getting louder and louder. My cousin and his wife (two of the greatest people I know) live there. I talked to him yesterday and he mentioned his wife could probably get me a job at her catering company waiting tables. At this point, I would be willing to do just about anything, as long as it would get me out of this place.
I feel like I’ve been in the same place for ages, walking the same stretch of ground, driving the same stretch of road and I’m ready for a drastic change. I’m ready to travel and see the world, and if I fail, then I fail. But I have to at least know. I have to at least give it a shot. Who knows, these posts may soon be posted from somewhere in Washington or Oregon. Keep an eye out.