I like to think that my choices have led me to where I want to be. But as I close up the wine store every night and go home to prepare for school the next day, I wonder if this is where I am supposed to be.
I could have left the area that I grew up in.
I could have moved away.
I could have started over, new.
I could have believed that life was taking me somewhere.
Am I on my way somewhere else? Things aren’t working out like I thought they would have.
So, I am at a standstill. Waiting, waiting for new things to happen to me.
I am waiting for a break. A night off. Some room to breath.
I drive home and smoke my cigarette after a long night of work and think about you. I think about me. I think about whether or not I should be here. Whether or not I will hear your music play again.
SO I wait. Wait Wait wait. And put off my ‘major change’
Looking for some words of wisdom about what I should do.
Life, why am I waiting. Am I already on my way somewhere else?