back in the saddle again
so.
i am back in atlanta georgia at the apartment.
i just ate some loompia that my mom gave me when i left peecola. mmm. good.
and now that i am back… i feel weird.
i don’t know what i am going to do.
i am just praying for now, but i need to pretty much decide what i am going to do about school.
i just don’t think i want to continue anymore.
i mean… it’s a commercial art school. and now i think i am leaning toward photojournalism.
this is insane.
that albania trip really messed me up.
but in a good way.
i mean… it was well overdue.
and God showed me so much.
the albanian people have had to deal with way more than i could even imagine.
it makes me sick to my stomach.
we have so much as americans.
it’s really ridiculous.
they have nothing.
yet…
they have everything in that sense.
i admire that immensely.
so… now i want to just sell all my unnecessary stuff and get back to that.
having nothing.
it was amazing.
i didn’t want to come home to this.
busy life. full of stuff. things to do. places to go.
my life is full of things i really don’t need.
but there are things i do need.
things i need to be doing instead of thinking and talking about.
you know what i mean?

rad