#9
I have this weird obsession with wanting to move across the country to some big city out northwest and live alone. I guess what that really means is that I want a fresh start, but only under a certain set of preferences.
I like writing. More specifically, I like entertaining people through the written word, be that through poetry, satire, or purely informative ramblings, and I’d like to end up somewhere in life that lets me do any combination of the three. I could see myself enjoying blogging (professionally, if that even means anything), reviewing movies or video games, writing opinionated articles (maybe publishing some collections?), or even writing for the film/television industry. They all sound appealing to me.
I’ve never really been big into wanting ‘stuff.’ It’s never been the ultimate goal of my life to bury myself under any material items. I mean, don’t get me wrong: I want things from time to time…new clothes, a nice computer, tattoos, and assorted geeky artifacts/prop recreations (lightsaber, Stormtrooper armor, portal gun, etc), but I feel comfortable with an average amount of stuff. The point that I’m trying to make is that money, which most likely won’t be ‘flowing’ if I end up in a writing career, is not an issue.
Like my dad always told me: “When the paycheck you want and the passion you love can’t be found in the same place, always go with your passion; if you love what you do and do what you love, the paycheck will follow.” Those are words to live by.
So yeah. Ideally, I want to live somewhere northwest: a small apartment in preferably a larger city, and also somewhere cold/wet. I like cold, snowy, and rainy weather, but maybe that’s just because it’s always been so hot here (I live in Georgia), and I’m ready for a change. I fucking hate hot weather, though.
I want to wake up in the morning, visit a local coffee shop, go to work/write (whatever that may be), go home, make more coffee, play video games and write for fun, rinse, and repeat. I’m ready for that.
-H
