i think i need to leave new york. i'm aging too fast, complaining too much, loving too little. i don't blame the city. "it's not you, it's me..." it just doesn't feel right, for some reason.

moving will be tough though. besides physically transporting my possesions, i'll have to readjust to west-coast life. i'll probably have to change vocations, buy a car, find a church... get used to saying "hi... justin... nice to meet you... yeah, i just moved from new york... blah blah blah".

to be honest, i like being the outsider. the semi-mysterious new guy. maybe it's because i moved around alot when i was young... i guess i'm just used to it. i'm not an adventurer... just easily bored... comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time.