Home?

Honestly, there is a lot of questioning going on inside of me. I am home, but only for a short amount of time. I am in limbo. I am finding a job, I am working, I am trying to gather significant funds for a move to NYC, a move I plan to make in 33 days. I don't know that I am ready, that I can afford it, that I can do it. I choose to believe I can make this happen. I choose to believe that I will succeed in that city, and that studying at Circle in The Square this summer is the right choice for me. I am choosing to believe all of this. I am fully aware of that, but I have so much invested. I want so badly for this to be right. I want this to be the right timing, and the right everything. It's all that has been in my mind. I am home, but I am not. I have been busy getting things together. I have been busy. I am also not putting any roots down, on purpose. I refuse to remain comfortable here. I refuse to remain complacent here. I need out, and I want better. This is my chance. Hopefully I am doing the right thing.
"At the moment of commitment, the universe conspires to assist you." -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
right Isaac?
I guess I need to trust this, trust myself, trust the future.
These next 33 days are like a metaphor for a giant precipice I am approaching, and pretty soon it will be time to jump. Wish me luck.
Here is a show I am obsessed with as of today.