So today I thought a lot about where I want to move to when I’m done with this flight school thing. Of course a job is important, but a decent quality of life is really what I’m looking for. I don’t even know if I’ll fly for a job. Either charter jets or a float plane on a beach is pretty much my personal choices right now. Whatever comes along I’ll figure it out for sure.
I’ve literally thought of living anywhere in the world. Australia maybe… South America… Maybe even China. Chances are it will be something a little more close to the states but its simply an illustration of how much I want something exciting in my life.
Being immersed in this small town I tend to think about something quite a bit. Do people (not just in this town) truly realize that there is more to life than what they’ve simply grown up in? I guess not just in a community aspect, people tend to establish comfort zones and have specific boundaries that they don’t cross or get out of.
Ugh, I can’t write again. I really wish I knew why he hell this is happening to me. Maybe it’s simple fatigue. I know it’s not because I don’t want to write because I think about it all damn day… Maybe I simply need more feedback…