Most days i go to work and come home, sit listening to music and wonder how I've become such an incredible recluse. My sketch book hasn't had a decent entry in months, I don't even want to pursue art anymore. I can't really recall the last time I've seen the majority of my friends. It makes me want to pack up and move away, and in the next month to come thats the plan. I've already put in my request for transfer at work. My reasons for leaving are definitely more meaningful than feeling out of place in San Diego, but this place seems so foreign to me. It doesn't feel like home, and though I am not convinced anywhere else will, i just cant stay. I guess its of no consequence, its not like i am ever really here at all.