On this day of very slow internet, a fairly slow week/weekend of tours and a massive amount of mundane stuff I need to think about, my mind quickly goes to:
selling everything we own and getting the hell out of dodge.
It all just seems so silly and pointless sometimes, by the time we get to a point we want to be at, we'll be old and broken.
I know it's kind of morbid, but these are some of the last carefree years of our life. Eventually, soon enough, something will come up that will make it impossible for us to go anywhere we choose, do anything we want.
I can't help but feel I'm wasting some of the best years ever.
Why are we not across the world helping people? Or making something? Or seeing something that will rock our worlds? WHY OH WHY ARE WE HERE trapped, working so hard for something we can't even name?
I swear, on my bad days (if this is a bad day, that's pretty good actually, cause it's more a huge restlessness than it is a bad day) I know in my heart that begging people to come on tours and watching The Bachelorette is really not the best way to spend my time.