Unshackled

Oh right, I have a blog.

I'm home now. College is over. Four months ago, this seemed like such a giant beast, so far away. I skated through, and here I am on my bed, listening to "The Kids From Yesterday," immersed in the simple joy of Christmas time.

The question is, does my meaningless life begin now? Everyone dreads the "real world," but it has been my heart's desire to just finish up with school for, heck, over four years now. I'm not terribly afraid of the real world, because it's where I can get money. And when I get money, I can pursue things I really want. I'm not ambitious or career-oriented; I feel like I could relate to Jim Halpert very easily. But there are things that I legitimately want to do. I've always wanted to write, and for the last three years or so I've really wanted to make music, and at long last I can do that without the drudgery of school hanging over my head. Homework and exams are in the past. my evenings and weekends are free, utterly and completely mine. How could this possibly be worse than school?

I AM A FREE MAN.

For a long time I've lived nostalgically, wishing to go back to a better past, but now that I've cleared the major educational hurdle, I don't know that I'll need to wish for what once was so adamantly. Moving right along, indeed.

I suppose this short little tidbit is all I have right now. I guess there will be more to come later.