I guess there's no point in runnin' from it anymore, distractin' myself and such. I'm packin' up here in Ashland and headed back to the home I grew up in, in Pinole California. You'll have to forgive the southern slur, I've been watchin' a bit too much of a TV show but netflix just cut me off. Probably for the best. I should get some sleep because I have just one week to pack up and go. Seein' as I've been living here for the last eight years, I've really come to love the community and goodbyes aren't going to be easy either. It's going to be an emotional week.
This post probably comes as a surprise because what's the excitement of moving back to the bedroom of your childhood? Well, I don't plan to be there long. As I've been describing to those who are up to date with my story, I am planning to leave Ashland (which has wrapped it's flowered vines around my ankles and wrists holding me content to enjoy the beauty it has to offer) to go and set up camp where I won't feel quite so cozy. I'm hoping that will motivate me to figure out what's next in life because I'm certainly not findin' it here. As much as I appreciate the adventure of workin' at The Breadboard the last nine months, I'm ready to finish the endeavor I started and get a degree in something I'm passionate about. I just completed my associates degree in education at the community college here and plan to continue down that road along with a double major in occupational therapy. Feels good to set that goal on the record! I still hesitate there, mostly because I'm not sure WHERE I'll be pursuing these things. Which is WHY I'm leaving. I'm gonna go scope it out. The country that is. On my bike. (*Bicycle.)
*Have some drama and a cliff hanger why don't cha.... Can ya tell I've been watching too many sitcoms?
