Another sunny day in Californ-i-a.
Life is just weird.
My move to Florida has turned out to be more mixed that I had anticipated it would be. I mean, I know I made the right decision, I know I needed to be out of atlanta, and I feel overall that I made a great decision. I really do like it here very much, and to be near my Dad is a ridiculously awesome bonus. But sometimes, you know, I miss chilling on Alex's couch on a Friday night, playing Xbox while he works on a another storyboard or cartoon concept, trying to figure out what to do that night only to end up going to Quiktrip at 3am having done absolutely nothing but sit around and bullshit the whole night. I also miss things like just hanging out at our studio until like 4am, recording new music, going to see bands on friday nights piled into Larry's Buick, listening to the Stones and just forgetting all the stress of the week; driving to Loganville on friday nights after a hell of a week at Tech to drink, play music, and stay up all night doing crazy shit. Marianne parties, setting up in my basement at my old house to record for weeks at a time in the summer, the sunsets in the winter from my front porch, hanging out in the garage on saturday afternoon with my dad polishing his bikes, armorall-ing my Subie's tires and interior before flogging the piss out of her on Kent Rock, the crisp Atlanta mornings just as football season was cranking up, the chill in the air during fall rush, running home the weekend before finals to avoid my studying, and then pulling my grades out of the muck so I can go home and sleep in my big bed after finals are over. I even miss escaping Dean's house to go chill with the guys or see my girl.
I've spent so much of my time going somewhere with my life and not enough time going nowhere with it. Sometimes I just want to get a job as a pizza guy, buy an old caprice convertible, live in a house with my band, and do nothing but play video games and shows until I'm 90. Usually the feeling passes and I'm glad I didn't follow through, but it still pops up every now and then.
One day a few years from now, none of this will matter, and I'll be well on my way to exactly where I want to be, or there already. I just miss my friends, my band, my fraternity, my girl. I've realized that I've just been hanging onto my life in Atlanta, and not doing enough to build a life here.
Time to start.
My move to Florida has turned out to be more mixed that I had anticipated it would be. I mean, I know I made the right decision, I know I needed to be out of atlanta, and I feel overall that I made a great decision. I really do like it here very much, and to be near my Dad is a ridiculously awesome bonus. But sometimes, you know, I miss chilling on Alex's couch on a Friday night, playing Xbox while he works on a another storyboard or cartoon concept, trying to figure out what to do that night only to end up going to Quiktrip at 3am having done absolutely nothing but sit around and bullshit the whole night. I also miss things like just hanging out at our studio until like 4am, recording new music, going to see bands on friday nights piled into Larry's Buick, listening to the Stones and just forgetting all the stress of the week; driving to Loganville on friday nights after a hell of a week at Tech to drink, play music, and stay up all night doing crazy shit. Marianne parties, setting up in my basement at my old house to record for weeks at a time in the summer, the sunsets in the winter from my front porch, hanging out in the garage on saturday afternoon with my dad polishing his bikes, armorall-ing my Subie's tires and interior before flogging the piss out of her on Kent Rock, the crisp Atlanta mornings just as football season was cranking up, the chill in the air during fall rush, running home the weekend before finals to avoid my studying, and then pulling my grades out of the muck so I can go home and sleep in my big bed after finals are over. I even miss escaping Dean's house to go chill with the guys or see my girl.
I've spent so much of my time going somewhere with my life and not enough time going nowhere with it. Sometimes I just want to get a job as a pizza guy, buy an old caprice convertible, live in a house with my band, and do nothing but play video games and shows until I'm 90. Usually the feeling passes and I'm glad I didn't follow through, but it still pops up every now and then.
One day a few years from now, none of this will matter, and I'll be well on my way to exactly where I want to be, or there already. I just miss my friends, my band, my fraternity, my girl. I've realized that I've just been hanging onto my life in Atlanta, and not doing enough to build a life here.
Time to start.