While looking through peoples blogs and basically being a peeping tom into the lives of strangers, I can’t help but wonder if I’m missing out on life. There are so many places in the World to chose to be so why am I here? I can’t seem to think of any other reason accept comfort- or maybe the word is security? I know this place…I was born here….raised here….have family and friends here- all of which are a crutches to the so called “real life”. It’s hard to admit that but if I’m being honest with myself, then I know it’s true and I need to figure out what I’m afraid of so I can fix it and finally get out there into the great unknown. People are doing it every day so why aren’t I?
