I’m sitting here throwing a little pity party for myself. I don’t know what brought it on. I guess the uncertainty of life. Life isn’t predictable. I understand that. No matter how much you plan, things don’t always go your way.

I haven’t had a horrible life. It hasn’t been spectacular, but it could always be worse. It’s just funny because when you’re young you have this perception of how life will be. Then wrenches get thrown at you here and there, and you have to adjust.

I’ve been thinking about why I am dying to get out of this town. Sometimes I’m OK with living here. I don’t hate it. I grew up here, and I’d love to stay and just be able to travel now and then to other places. So, why do I want to move?

• There are not any good jobs here
• To start fresh
• I feel like a loner here. If you’re going to be a loner, it might as well be in a new place..

I can’t even rank the reasons because I feel the same about them all. I think I will still move one day. I just have to get to the right time in my life. I wish it was now, but it’s not.