I don’t even know where to start, but here’s a quick version of my story…..

I’m 24 years old (just turned 24), I currently have 2 jobs (one I am starting monday, the other I’ve had for awhile but it’s not in my field and my manager is about my age but plays favorites constantly which doesn’t bother me so much, it just urks me).

Now, I don’t consider myself a loser, and I am very driven and motivated…..

I came from poverty, lived in shelters, motels, and low income housing most of my life. I put myself through college to get a bachelors in Communications (use to take the bus everyday fulltime, worked 3 jobs, etc). I grew up in southeastern Connecticut.

I moved because I always wanted to go out and experience new things, seek adventure, and follow my dreams. I’ve been told I have a “travelers” soul; I guess that makes sense, idk. I think a big reason I moved is because my mom had just died, I just graduated and I was working 70 hours a week which wasn’t bad; what was bad however is I felt like I was in a rut, like if I didn’t leave and venture into the world beyond my comfort zone I’d never leave (I mean, I did go to college 20 mins from home, and I rarely left the area). My friends are all back there etc and this girl I still kind of like….

I ended up moving to NYC, then PA where I currently am. I was on the verge of homelessness back in ct after my mom passed because my dad and I didn’t get along and he said we were each on our own, which forced me to work on getting a better job(s), my own car (which I did in 3 months), and my own place as well…..

I ended up leaving and I don’t know. I guess I’ve always had this desire to meet new people, experience new places, and do new things.

I’d love to work as a camp counselor one summer, and work at an amusement park, experience new friends and dreams. At the same time though, I have my old little schoolboy fantasy of coming back home, meeting the right girl where I grew up, and both of us moving away together and journeying through life….

Idk, I realize I’m probably sounding like a weird guy. But lately I’ve had this desire to move back to CT, start over and idk work on my life.

My car just broke down recently, I don’t feel overly secure at my primary job, and I don’t feel very at home in the area.

I do stand up comedy and that’s been my dream since I was a kid, but I’m not gonna lie I haven’t even been doing it as much lately because of how stressed I’ve been.

I’m highly in debt, I’ve gained weight, and I feel like if I went back to CT I’d almost be able to get back into my old mindset of building my way back up, regaining my control over my life, get another car (which I will soon here in pa, I work too hard not to deserve one and I will get a cheapo one if I need be)

Idk maybe I want to go back and see my friends again, relive old memories, start a couple new jobs that pay well again, get a nice apt, and live the good life and share with someone special….then I can build my life back and go out more prepared this time……..

thoughts?

“life’s a journey not a destination…….”