I really want to live in New York City. I want to make things that I care about with people that I click with creatively. That option may very well (and truthfully, most likely is) available to me in Philadelphia, so do I only want to move on to the next city because I’m too cowardly to actively seek it out? I really want to take classes at Upright Citizen’s Brigade and learn how to write comedy. I really want to be done with college. I don’t even care about graduating, to be honest. I still feel as though I’m waiting for my life to start. When will I feel as though it has started? As though I’m on the right track? I feel old. I realize that I’m not but I can’t help but feel like I’m years behind on where I should be. Will I always feel this way? I don’t think I’ll ever set down roots anywhere because the grass is always greener in my imagination, where I’m not being forced to make an effort.