Poorly constructed jokes, and the likes...

What drives me? No really, why on earth am I giving up all the comforts and securities I ever known indefinitely?

Its funny how it has been impossible for me to explain why I'm doing what I'm doing. Not understanding my desires is a reoccurring theme in my life. Most recently I poured myself in my job as the coordinator of a homeless youth program and did not question my devotion to the youth and young adults I worked with until last month when I decided to leave Seattle. Not once did I truly have a good explanation why I was there.

Anyways, I think I may have finally figured it out. Maybe everything is as simple as: what makes me happy is constantly challenging myself to grow and understand who I am and my surroundings. I guess I'm really lucky if that's the case, because if that makes me happy, it's something I can work on for the rest of my life.

I leave in 7 hours. I'm starting to feel butterflies in my stomach... I probably shouldn't have been eating so many caterpillars. Ha! ha, ha, hmmmm. Sorry, I guess that joke was pretty bad.