Chronic updater.

I suppose that it is a waste of one's energy to wish they were somewhere else, doing something else at all times. However, I've come to find that is what I spend the majority of my time doing. Regardless if it's a couple miles away or across the world, I am always wishing that I am in another place at another time. I wonder if there will come a time where I do not feel this way. Maybe it's because lately I've just felt so lifeless.

Even when I dream of days in Sweden, nights in New York, I am also dreaming that one day I'll come to appreciate where I already am. Maybe it will take one of those long, drawn out visits to another place for me to be able to come to terms with the fact that I have it a lot better than most.. even in these sad and quiet suburbs comfortably north of Atlanta.

Big dreams, always.