There is a void. A hole in my chest. It doesn’t cease, it never breaks. I know what it wants, I know what it says. I hear it so clear, but it’s so far away.

I think there’s a point in life when everyone figures out their direction. Right now, for me, it’s a season of change. I’m in a transitional summer, so I cling to any consistency I can find. But I’m tired of writing about myself. I need more, but I need to find my place and really think things through this time.

I still don’t know where I’ll be living in August. I have no idea where I’ll work. It’s all really scary, but for now and hopefully forever, I’m going to try to sit back and enjoy the day.