I've got a case of cold feet.
Which is a funny phrase when you consider it,
because I actually feel really hot and a little bit itchy and all the time sweaty these days.
I'm confused and not sure about anything anymore.
I thought I knew what I wanted to do.
But now I'm really not so certain.
I came out west at a time when I was craving adventure,
longing for change,
and dreaming of a shift in pace and scenery.
San Francisco, cool as ever,
kind of tossed these things my way, real casual and nonchalant.
Well I took the bait.
image is my own; Big Sur
And all of a sudden I feel an overwhelming
desire to live out a life of Hemingway and Kerouac proportion adventure.
I keep getting all choked up and panicky
and on top of picking away nearly all of my left eyebrow,
I've developed a habit of scratching at an itch that doesn't even exist on my neck.
If I'm being honest,
I'd say I'm about 50/50 moving forward with this move right now.
The trouble is, it's already been decided upon.
But... I have yet to sign that transfer paper due weeks ago.
Just like a compass that has lost it's way,
my head and my heart both went kind of cloudy.
They're trying so hard-
to tap back into that magnetic pull,
and find a way home.