"I'm a wanderer I have no place or time..."

So here I am, a college graduate. Nothing feels different. It's like when you have a birthday and people say to you, "do you feel different now that you're 13?...16?...21?" and, even though each of these represent a milestone in its own right, the truth is, I never felt any different. I feel the same now. I felt the same on Saturday, graduation day, as I did the day I walked into my first dorm room when I was a mere 17 years old.

The only thing I feel now is frustration. As my entire life sits boxed up in a corner of our dining room, the only thing I feel now is frustration. This place, this house where I grew up, where I split my head open on the chair railing when I was 6, this place is supposed to be home. And, don't tell my mother, but this just isn't home anymore. Maybe it has to do with the fact that my bedroom has now been turned into the guest bedroom, or the fact that renovations have been done while I've been in school. But either way, I feel so "in between", so nomadic.

Now, I know I should be grateful for all the opportunities. There are many people who don't have the chance to go and be and find new homes; and some have the chance, but not on their own accord. I should be excited that my life is packed up in boxes waiting to go on to my next adventure, and I'm sure my aggravation will subside, but for now it's so frustrating! It is like my life is literally looming over me, staring at me, beckoning me to do something...and I just want to yell back, "I can't do anything! You, my life, are all packed up with no where to go!" I want to go straight to Atlanta. But I know that if I do that, I will be skipping an important part of my life. This summer has a reason and has a purpose, and, no matter how frustrating it is, I have to live it. I need to be happy for it and look forward to it. And for now, the best I can do is try...