I've a long list of things to do "when I get better." Recently, though, I've been doubting the day will ever come.
Though there are many things in which I feel lacking, including energy and motivation, what I do have is time. Lots of it. And I know that if and when I'm feeling better, I probably won't. I also was unable to get a job this summer due to unemployment rates and resulting number of people older than me who will willingly work in the fast food and retail industries, so most days there is nothing planned.
I live in a wide country, that, although it's becoming more homogeneous, still contains a vast number of different experiences. I've barely ever left my home state, and maybe there's nothing that's really left for me here. Maybe choosing my own ground will help me break out of this stupor; I don't know.
So I'm leaving Tuesday for around three weeks.