Day after day; more of the same. While areas of my life scream for change, the squeakier wheels of my existence fear and loathe it. Change is hard, even when you can be sure a self-inflicted change is the right thing. I am almost never sure, but this time I am, and the result is me moving back in with my parents this coming fall. Back to good ole community college and job hunting. The upsides include getting to live with my little brother again, and hopefully following through with guitar lessons from him, and probably (sadly) getting tutored by him. Sometimes a younger brother can be a font of useful information. The downsides include, but are not limited to: missing Aurelio like crazy, having no steady income, doing homework, trying to get back in a student's frame of mind, relearning how to take orders from the parents, paying at least twice the rent I'm paying now, throwing away a ton of my stuff (which I admittedly don't need all of) and basically growing up in the most backward and humbling of ways.
It's kind of frightening how I've let my passion for art dwindle to a low pilot light ere now it was at least a steady burn on the stove top of life. It turns out laziness is a more dangerous thing than we all knew.
Anyway, I look forward to the future with some misgiving, but under all there is the peace of hope. This is all I can ask for.
