living, not dead.

After coming back to school today, I couldn't help but feel removed from everything thats going on here. I don't feel like a student anymore. I don't have the motivation to work and it's not even that I'm being lazy. I'm just ready to pursue other things. Things that truly make me feel alive. I want to travel, I want to meet new people, and most of all I want to play music. 

There is something so amazing and surreal about being able to connect with people through the music you play. It's like nothing else. It really makes me feel alive, far from how I feel here at school. These coming months are not going to be easy but so far every moment spent on the road has been more than worth it. I don't want to work a 9-5, I don't want to do what is expected of me, and I don't want to live the life that the majority of people my age currently live in America. I know that what I'm doing is good, and I can't help but follow my heart on this one. 

Lately I feel like I'm destined to never feel at home, kind of like that Polar Bear Club song. It's kind of sad to think about, but I feel like its a part of growing up? Maybe? I guess what I'm getting at is that home is where the heart is, and in the people you choose to surround yourself with and share your life with. 

I've got my interview at the container store at 7:30am, then class at 12:30. I hope I get this job, God knows I need the money. Time to sleep I guess. Now that I have a case of Red Bull sitting on my floor, I'll probably have one of those for breakfast. Gross, I know, but lets be honest. I won't have time for anything else.