I’ve noticed that I’m not doing much now…lately, my life is all about waiting. Until what, I’m not sure. It kind of makes sense, though…waiting.

Waiting until I get my own place.
Waiting until Rocket gets older.
Waiting until I find another job.

I should be doing what I want now, while I’m living with my parents. But at the same time, what I want to do takes freedom. So like I said, waiting makes sense sometimes. Maybe I’ll stop waiting and find a house. Then I can start doing all the things I think I need freedom for.