I love my family and I love home but I have to move. It has nothing to do with needing independence or anything like that. I love the fresh laundry. I love home-cooked food on the table. I love how I can rely on them to run my personal errands when I am too busy at work in SF . I love all the conveniences and my financial situation living at home. I love my parents. Still, I have to move.
My life is seriously at a halt right now. I don’t do much at all but work and meet up with the homies at the gym. I’ve described living at home like visiting a past life. It’s just weird. I really don’t want to say I need to move on with my life but that lazily sums it up. I really don’t mean to insult anyone and I’m very blessed to be content with life but I want to be able to stray off-path from work to watch a movie, go to a cafe, eat at a restaurant, explore the city, work long hours. Sure, I’ll have to cook or buy my own food, do my own laundry, and pay rent but I’d be living the life I busted my ass off for in school. I’m 24. I have the right to be selfish. More importantly, I’m a working adult with responsibilities and I deserve to indulge in life in huge or subtle ways to keep me sane.
I want to silkscreen. I want to letterpress. I want to photograph and develop prints. I want to hang out with co-workers. I want to chill in the city. I want to watch a shit load of live shows. I dedicate at least 15 hours a week commuting from door-to-door. Hell, I know, a bunch of people have more serious commuting issues. But I choose to want to live and work in SF. So I really don’t know why some people are sweatin’ me. Plus, the biggest difference I see in me and the people sweatin’ me is that I know what I want to do to keep myself sane, occupied, and content and they’re just kind of living day-to-day. It’s sad how robotic some people can be. Life is badass. Live a little.
I’m not going to lay my hours away from commuting to watch tv or sleep. I want to live a fulfilling life and I will strive to. But first things first, complete the other half of the dream and move to SF. I got the job. Now I got to move.
On another note, I chopped my hair. I receive a lot of compliments. But most of them start with “Did you do something different with your hair? I guess having long hair was pretty unnoticeable when you’re wearing a hat or a beanie everyday.