If I stop now, I will never know what could have been. That kinda scares me — not knowing. What’s next? What happens in 10 years? What happens in 1? I wish it were that easy…but then if I knew, the journey to where ever I’m headed just wouldn't be as fun. Lol It’s already not. Going home always feels uncertain for me. I never know what to expect. I always try to have a plan thou, to keep myself occupied so I can keep the momentum. Not having too many friends makes that a little easier. There aren’t many people that I have to tell I’m home and I don’t really have to make time to socialize.