Sweet persons of this grand collective.
It's been a while since I delivered anything of personal contribution to this site, and as such I feel I have quite a debt to repay, not for any particular reason other than sensing a kind of obligation to always write, and if I can't write well, to write honestly. Well, here goes.
So a couple of months ago I got started on a new education. I had found and applied to a school that offered higher education, and somehow been admitted despite my numerous flaws. I was ecstatic, or rather, I was content with the development of things. I haven't really been ecstatic about a life development since I was a small child, I believe.
At any rate, I moved my belongings to new places, got adjusted to a new city and address, and moved along to the other side of the country, in some attempt to make my youthful twenties count for something. In itself, this was a sound call of judgement, so I had nothing to fear but fear itself. Other than the inevitable color vision test that came with my newfound passion, of course. Well, I failed, so there's that. I can never practice the full extent of my education, even if I dutifully complete three years of honest-to-god school to obtain it.
At this moment I'm faced with either completing education, choosing soft life and known frames, but agreeing to a half-use of my education (office and travel type positions), or finding something else to do with my life. I really can't tell what is best for me, for others at this moment. I know for sure my family will be sated with knowing I remain in the place I am, as opposed to travel the continent with a backpack and terrible access to food.
I don't even know why I'm throwing this into the void. This has always been a good site for me, and I wish it would always be so. Doubtful.
Still. Thanks for reading. Message me for whatever.