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Currently, I'm a vagrant of sorts. Not in the typical fashion, because that would include more unfortunate aspects such as destitution. However, mentally and perhaps in my soul ( if there is a such a thing) I feel like an itinerant, someone who is wandering and searching for someplace to call home. I am in a state of in-between.

Recently, I finished school after five long years. I came away with a Bachelor's in Fine Arts but to be more specific I received a degree in Illustration. To further specify things, I basically draw and paint well and hope to be paid for it one day. My long term goal is to work as a Concept Artist for a game design company. Somewhere, someone is designing zombie, mutant dragons with rocket launchers and getting paid quite well for it, I want in. I can't say I have taken many steps toward this goal for the time being but I hope to rectify this soon. However, there must be an order to things and the first order of business is to find my home.

So for now, I continue to live at home with my parents...much to my embarrassment. However, they are kind enough to let me reside in their home rent-free and this helps to accelerate my overall plans. As it stands, the daily goal of my life is to accrue as much money as possible. I work as a third shift stocker in a retail store. It's neither glamorous nor is it anything remotely close to drawing the previously mentioned draconic aberrations. The hours are long and the work is physically exhausting but the pay is better than many places I could find employment at. I do find some small comfort in helping to keep the store as organized as possible. For whatever reason, I truly enjoy an environment lacking in chaos. In addition, I work harder than my fellow employees and this coupled with my attention to detail has gleaned me overtime hours and additional finances for my overall goal.

But what is that goal? Why would I be running myself into the ground at some dead end job? To find a home. My home is with my girlfriend of over 3 years, Samantha. You have to have someplace to come home at night and you have to have someone to support you and encourage you through life. I suppose it's not entirely necessary but it makes life more bearable. However, she is far to the north in New Hampshire working on her doctorate at Dartmouth University. Meanwhile, I am trapped here in South Carolina, trapped by my own meager bank account. Neither of us is ecstatic about the situation and as such I am working as hard as possible to get enough money to move north to live with her. But it will happen soon. A new car and a good living expense fund are all that stand between me and the northbound road.

I'll return to art one day I am sure. I haven't forsaken it and I still draw but not as regularly. But I have to think like an adult and adults don't live off of whim (not well at least). Once I am situated up north, I will return to my overall goal of becoming a concept artist. However, for now I have to work at a tedious job for quite a few months and as such this new journal will be my place to vent and wax philosophical about life, music, art or whatever happens to jump across my synapses that day. I'll try to update consistently and if I don't then I've been working excessive hours. Thanks for reading.

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