My dreams were never to be here.
Growing up I always had big dreams. I wanted to travel the world, be successful, be liked by those around me, find love, be smart, funny, charming, but most of all I wanted to be happy. My dreams were to never be here.
I need to be challenged. I need to be inspired. I’m not getting either of those at the moment. The reality is that I’m not happy here. I wasn’t happy when I lived here before, and I won’t be happy until I leave again.
I have this feeling inside of me. It’s the same feeling I had before I made the life changing decision to move to New York. A change is coming, and it excites me that I have no idea what it’s going to be.