As I’ve said previously to friends:
I think, very much like Scott Pilgrim, I’m over my mourning period. Time to get the hell on with my life.
The only thing that seems to be holding me back is the fact that I’m not in stable employment. Without stable employment, I can’t truly get out of the rut I’ve found myself in. The rut which seems to be affecting my state of mind.
Yeah, I’m fine with my hair falling out; yeah, I’m fine with being overweight (something that I can change quite easily, once I find the motivation); yeah, I’m fine with being a bit of a nerd/geek/polymath (delete as appropriate). But what I’m not fine with is that I can’t seem to find the motivation (or funds) to get out of my parents house for good.
Don’t get my wrong, I love living here – free food, free bed, folks on hand for companionship and advice – but I want to get out and see the world. I know that some of you will be crying out that I travelled all the way to Japan a few years back, whilst that is true, it’s my singular experience out of this country. I just want to get out of here.
I feel like I’m wasting away – not just myself but my life, too.