So much has gone up. And yet, here I am, still on PEI, still wishing I wasn't. Still not doing what I want, and not really knowing what I want. I feel stuck in a rebuilding process, a saving process. I mean, nothing lasts forever.
Life is a constant cycle of building up for something, enjoying it, then rebuilding.
Jobs, love, friends. It all fits the same mold, the variations coming only from outside forces fucking things up at different stages in the game. A year and a half ago I was in the exact same place I am right now, and two weeks ago my life was entirely different. The warmth felt nice, my socks had not been dry since Thursday. It's a Sunday night and they've all got better things to do than sit around in a quiet, tiny bar.