jlevi

I'm becoming restless. I desire a change I don't have a name for. Lately I've had an itch I can't scratch. I feel like I want to escape somewhere that doesn't exist. Something is missing. Nothing has changed since Summer when I was so happy with my situation. Now everything has fallen into place. Nothing is new, everything is old. Comfort in some aspects, stress in the realization that I must take it into my own hands and be the catalyst for change. What change, though, will I welcome into my life? If I pursue academic ventures then this is nothing new at all. A pressure grows underneath more than it does above, and I will explode before I am ever crushed. The pressure that builds is steam from an anxious soul trying to shake itself free from an awful setting.

I have grown weary of Bellingham.