I take so much for granted. I moved from my home of 8 years to a completely new place, Texas. I’ve been here for 10 months, and I’m already bored of it. Maybe it’s the heat. I’m healthy, my family’s healthy. We’re doing alright. There’s this selfish tendency I constantly wrestle with, though. Plant me somewhere after two months- I’m bored. Give me a task pertaining to my own interests- I’m bored.

I have so much to be grateful for, but I’m not a person who loathes the common goings and daily routines. In fact, it’s the opposite. I have an unconditional need and desire for adventure and accomplishment, that having he ability to recline and look back on my life positively serves as the closest feeling of settlement. It’s the anticipation of being able to appreciate a life of self-fulfilment.