Sometimes, I think why am I here? Why am I living in the suburbs outside of Boston? Massachusetts? What do I have here that makes me stay? Well, I was born here. I was raised here. I went to school here. I know the restaurants here. My family is here. My friends are here. I feel safe here.
Job searching is making me think about moving out and moving on, instead of just moping around. I really don't see the point anymore. Being here just makes me seem like I'm not a part of anyone's life. Well, I do help out around the house. But it just gets tiring of being in the same place. Maybe I should travel. Go see the world. Maybe someone is out there.
Or maybe, the someone is someone already here.
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