Anything but this standing still

[shapeofthings]

Itching to be moving again. This big city life is not for me. Time to venture forth and find a place to make a home for a few years. Time to find some soils in which I can flourish.

Uni has been... disappointing. There's a rant brewing that will be written once this last assignment is done. It hasn't taken me where I'd hoped and I need to recalibrate and get my life back on the track I want it. Right now I'm incubating the tiniest vision of what all that may mean.

I'm done in a week, then I'm on the road - off and on - until the end of January and out of Melbourne late February. To where I don't yet know.

Onwards.