Hi.
Today, I went on a hike.
We live in a very beautiful place.
It's true, ridiculously so.
But.
All I could think of on this hike is how I want to live in Seattle.
I need to get out.
To get away.
The other day, I was talking to a friend about life and as we were talking we were driving around our town. As we traveled, I realized we went on the same road twice. Not necessarily going the same direction or anything we just happened upon the same road. Which, I suppose given how small our town really is is completely normal. Astonishingly enough, this drive made me feel more trapped then I have ever felt in my entire life.
I see the same things every day. No matter what I do or if I go for a drive or anything. We do live in an extremely beautiful place, but, I need to get out.
Away.
Anything.
It's sad to think that we grow up and everything about us changes. It's hard to realize that what we once thought mattered more then anything now ceases to have any sort of meaning to us in our lives.
This is where I live.
It just doesn't matter to me anymore.
I just can't care about it anymore.
This thought is one of the saddest conclusions I have come to in the past year.
Somewhat because I realize I have indeed grown up, but mostly because it made me realize that I am indeed stuck here until I finish school.
Two years to go.
Sorry for all the doom and gloom.
Perhaps next time I'll have something wonderful and uplifting to write about.
