The Quarter Life Chronicles

There is always so much pressure starting over in a new place.  It doesn't matter if it's a new physical location-or a new space on the world wide web-there's always an enormous amount of pressure to make the best first impression that you can.  Sometimes at the risk of losing who you used to be.

Sometimes losing yourself is exactly what you need.  I know that in a lot of ways, leaving everything that I knew behind was one of the best things that I could have done for myself.  When I was living back home in the Garden State I immersed myself into a safe little bubble.  At the time, putting myself there was an act of survival.  It was a means of getting through the pains of adolescence somewhat unscathed-but once the threat was no longer imminent I choose to continue living that way instead of allowing myself the freedom of fully experiencing life.  In my case, in order to mentally move on I had to physically move on.

It has not been a smooth transmission.  I have had to fight my way through quite a few unsavory situations that I have found myself in.  I have dealt with the pain of heart break.  I have dealt with a potentially serious illness with a member of my family.  I have dealt with the disappointment of finding myself in a job where I felt unliked and unwanted by my colleagues.  Worst of all I have dealt with becoming detached from my favorite past times due to time constraints and unmotivation...nearly every day the thought of repacking my Volvo and heading south occurs to me but somehow I always find the energy to last another day. 

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