At this very moment in time I am sitting quietly in a favorite local cafe of mine. I chose to open up my blog, and write some words as I sip on some of Java Dog’s finest brewed coffee. I realize I feel like an alien to this world. I feel beyond space-time, yet simultaneously stuck in vessel on Earth traveling through life. Admittedly, I cannot say if this a good thing or not, but perhaps it is not for me to say anyhow. All I know is I feel as though I am from another universe sometimes. I do seem to spend a lot of time alone, even if around other people like while at work for instance or sitting in class. This is fine to an extent, but I would definitely appreciate some more social company from time to time. The problem is, however, that I don’t really feel connected to many folks down here. I moved here to Wilmington at the tail end of December last year. Here I am, and my social life is nothing to brag about, my academic career is mediocre at best, and my job is barely bringing home anything to speak of. Honestly, I am considering going on a sort of secular sabbatical. I have connected with the idea of travel for a considerable amount of time now. Ideally I would wait until after finishing my bachelors degree up, but part of me questions if I can wait anymore. I know there is much more to life than going to class, working a few shifts a week, etc. I understand, DEEPLY, there is much more life to live than puttering around here thinking I am wasting my time. I know there is much more “risk” in jumping into a life of nomadic traveling, but what is there to lose? I would gladly lose my life of mediocrity here for a ravishing adventure abroad. Certainly, if money was not an issue I would never in a million years chose to sit around Wilmington wishing I was else where. So maybe I should give “convention” a big F-U and move on with my life, or better yet, move INTO LIFE!