Have you ever felt that feeling of being stagnant? Like, you’ve stayed in one place so long that you’re afraid if you don’t move soon, you’ll be congealed to the house you live in. I mean, I love the people here. I love my family, friends, church. But honestly, I don’t know how much more of the east coast I can take.
It’s not that I’m sick of it. I just don’t think that Atlanta, Georgia is where I’m meant to be. Over the past year, I’ve thought about moving west. At first, I thought about northwest. And now, I don’t even know. I just don’t want to be here. I want to travel. I want to go to all of the HP and YT cons. I want to meet people and be inspired. I want to read a ton of books and do book reviews not only in neat places but meet the people who wrote them.
And not but a few moments ago, I was reminded of a John Green book that talks about a labyrinth.
“Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.”
“Huh?” I asked.
“You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.”
- Alaska Young and Miles “Pudge” Halter, p. 54
And now I just need to re-read Looking For Alaska.