I'm in the midst of stagnation. I'm always quick to blame the place I'm in at the moment. I'm always ready to dream of that next place which I'm always sure will fill me with optimism and motivation. I'm about two to three weeks away from leaving Seattle. I've been pretty motionless here. I've been thinking a lot. Thinking about school, my loves, my home, a boy, places, really I've been thinking about anything that feels worthwhile. But I've been too still. For the first time in a long time I have felt this alone. It's a good thing. I don't have anyones respected opinion to make my own decisions off of. So, I'm going away again. I don't have a real home on Seattle now that my mother is gone. I keep going on these bike rides when I'm feeling homesick. Last summer I would have taken myself to 1808 B 26th ave. Now I just go up a lot of hills till I'm worn out. Then I float back down to my apartment too tired to care that I'm back in a place that will soon be nothing to me. My dream for this next year in New York is grandiose. There aren't any hills to worry about. I hope I can make a real home for myself there. I'm planing on it.