Summer afternoons...

Holy shit... I'm really doing this.

Quite the shock to the ol' system... It seems I'm ready for this sudden sharp turn in life. I have no clue what's in store, but I'm ready to finally see what I've been looking for in the past few years. I'm sure when I'm away for awhile, I'll start to think about other dreams and other aspirations.. but for now, my goal is to make it out to somewhere that I don't have a single clue.

There are thousands of people who just pick up and move, and they take life as it comes. I've been spoiled with a comfortable life thus far, and it's about time little kev grows up. Ya know, say goodbye to ma and pa... sister, brother.. friends, family of all kinds and just move on.

It's frightening actually, for a boy from the midwest to even dream of something like this. At least in my own world, this all seems like the furthest thing from reality I can think of. Yet, when I'm in Seattle, I feel as if it's the most real thing I could ever feel. For once, I'm living life in a totally different city, that isn't the middle of America, the most craziest, most plain, most unmotivated location in central Indiana..

But that's okay, I was born in Greenwood, probably because my parents wanted to raise me in a safe environment, in which I could feel safe and secure. That was a great move, because I was indeed safe and secure, and the occassional out-of-town trip would suprise everyone in the family with a view of the outside world. I was raised in a bubble, that's okay... That bubble was surrounded by reality every moment, I was just too young to imagine it. But now as I grow older, I realize the effect of the world coming from all over the globe and starting to enter into my neighborhood, and into my life. Me.. a kid from Greenwood, IN.. who thought about nothing but playing tag and hide and go seek at night.. now thinks about terrorism, and war, and blood and guts, and carnage, and death, and the list goes on..

There's a part in everyone that makes them wish they were kids again, because they could think of nothing but enjoying the day the way it is. God, I miss those days...