these demons in my head.
I love my house. I love my job. I love living here.
But some part of me knows this isn't what I was supposed to be doing.
Every morning on my way to work, I drive under a bridge that a train is usually going over. My heart sinks a little because I'm not on it. This summer was supposed to be full of motion and adventure, new states and faces, dirt and sweat. I know it's shitty of me to complain because I've got every single thing I could ask for... but my heart has been set on something else for nearly four years now...