Home is where the heart is.... or is it. I am beginning to think that my heart lies on the open road. I find myself searching for the next big adventure. I miss feeling like I am seeing things for the first time. Being home has been a huge shock. Seeing friends has been a lot of fun, but it has also been super sad. A lot of my friends have gotten lazier. It is tough to see close friends with such big dreams, but they are doing nothing to try and achieve them. They are sitting on the side of the road watching cars full of opportunity pass by. Hopefully I can help motivate some of them to go out and get what they want from their youth.
Salt Lake is nothing like St. Thomas. I find little things daily that remind me I am somewhere new, somewhere sterile. Today I was at the store with my dad, and everything was PERFECT. It was overwhelming. Everything on every shelf was turned the right way and stocked fully, and the supermarket didn't smell like salt fish and dust. In St. Thomas shopping in stores is completely different. I miss the laid back atmosphere in St. Thomas. Nobody has any patience here.
Time should never be wasted, but one should fill time with impatience.
It is a wasted day to wish you were somewhere else-
Don't Stop Breaking Down the Doors
-Kam
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