My self-pep talk...

On May 15th, 2009, I moved out of my apartment.

I did so because I was moving to Brazil:
1. I had no plan.
2. No job.
3. No contacts.
4. Fair knowledge of Portuguese.
5. Courage... or maybe it was the just desire to leave College Station had created so much pressure in my brain the force of it exploding literally propelled me into another hemisphere.

After 6 months, my visa is up and I am back in College Station.

I still have no job.

I don't feel like a failure exactly. I have been unemployed since October when I moved to another state to escape my employer. Packed up shop. Struck the tents. Left no forwarding address...

I was living with prostitutes and a fugitive from the law to save cash until I finally moved into my parents' for a breather.

When I'm feeling a little down I look around me and see most of my friends buying houses, all set up in their careers, i.e. NOT living on a credit card, and makes me wonder... for the briefest second... if maybe I should have pursued a little more traditional path in life.

HOWEVER:
1. I am smart.
2. I am strong.
3. I am young.
4. I will have all the material garbage someday.
5. I DO have a BIZILLION amazing friends right now.
6. I am loved by a stunningly gorgeous, brilliant marvel of man who I'm also crazy about.

Come to find out: I'm pretty courageous, actually.
Or maybe it's just that pressure in the brain thing again.