Part of me feels really lost, but then part of me feels like I am finally on track again.
How do I go about this?
I just want to be thrown into a strange city with strange people and see if I can find a place there. Two years ago, I was sure I could do it. I want to see if I still can. I want to see if I still got it.
Maybe that's the problem--I am too comfortable here. It's like laying in bed for three weeks straight; eventually you really just want to get up and run around the house.
Lightning, please strike.
So, I amend my motivational statement.
One day, I will look back on these days and think: If only I had known what was waiting around the corner.