Journal: ^Change

I am bored.

Post-teen angst alert: My life to date has been like some perversely nutritious, flavourless goop and I'm dying for some grit. So, I'm packing in me mind-numbing, well-paying job as a necessary step in leaving this grave of a town.

I've dreamed long and hard about where in the world I would like to be and, after some misgivings, I have opted to head to the one city I briefly visited and fell in love with. I'm sure the grass looks greener there.

Losing a job in order to relocate problems could indeed be a bad move, but staying here is definitely a terrible move.

I can't wait.