in two weeks, it will be twelve months since i finished university. so much has happened. yet i am still kicking myself for not having moved into the next phase of my life. i’m transitioning. i’m relaxing. i’m having fun. i have no worries or responsibilities. life is freaking amazing right now.
why the hell am i complaining?
i could live like this forever. write for the rest of my life. for fun. live like a hippie. move back to hawaii to live in a shack by the ocean. all i’ll need is a computer, an old typewriter, no, sheesh, endless reams of paper and pens, no pencils…and a sharpener!
my feet will be hardened from walking around with no shoes. i’ll have a dog named doug who fetches the paper and swims in the sea. i’ll eat bananas and coconuts that fall from the trees.
i’ll be free.