I write this blog everyday. It follows me on walks, as I shower, and over the hum of the hideous songs played on my car stereo.
There. I said it.
Now, why don't I feel any better?
There are a million words trapped inside my head about what's wrong with here and why I feel out of sorts and overwhelmed yet when I sit down to tell you the only thing that comes is...
I can't find work, haven't found friends, and I'll tell you what comes with that beautiful view of the ocean - isolation. I feel like I've stepped back in time and back in progress... And yes, I absolutely miss Austin.
I've got a genuine, bonafide case of the blues or the blahs or the what-have-yous and I can't seem to shake them.