vidalia

Well, I spent the day packing and patching holes in the walls. I'm quite the klutz and don't do well with thin walls or single-paned windows.

The boyfriend and I are considering/planning on fucking off the whole getting a new place idea and just going travelling- he feels like he's getting old, and I'm going to have to go back to school soon, so we might as well do it now.
Still, it's intimidating, leaving everything behind that I have here: my family, my job, and just, well, leaving. But I'll still have a month at least to consider it. There are a lot of things I want to see. For the most part, I don't even know what they are. But in this town, everything is the same. I either know everyone or we have mutual acquaintances, or are otherwise connected somehow. Most people do not want to be here. All of the younger people have left or are trying to leave. Not to mention it was already 85 degrees today, so it's going to be even more extraordinarily hot this summer.
I want to do many things but most of all, I want to write. Here, in this town, there is no inspiration. As soon as I get fifty miles from here, the words just start flooding my head.

Well, these are just the things that have been on my mind lately. That's all.