lots of stuff

I haven't been posting much lately because my family and I are in the process of moving. We're not moving far from where we live now but it's the transportation of the crap accumulated by a family of four over a period of 15 years that's cumbersome. I'm moving out of my childhood house, and it's an interesting feeling. I feel a little sad at times but it feels great to be starting a new chapter in my life.

The interesting thing is that I might not be living there long at all if I get into California State University of Northridge. If I am accepted, I'll be moving down to Los Angeles and in with my girlfriend, which is a whole new set of experiences and emotions. So all in all, it's a lot to take in.

I'll try to write here more often. I definitely have a couple of Pipe and Tobacco posts to write. Cheers.

what about the rent?

I haven't posted in a while because I've been busy living my life and making life-altering decisions. My life has been slowly turning into our life and it scares the shit out of me. It's getting to be about that time for me to move out of my parents house and "spread my wings" to be extra cliche.
There's just so much to consider by way of work, school, and living expenses. I'm turning into an adult and it's scary.

Clinical acceptability questionability

There's a part of my being that craves to feed and grow and thrive. It wants to crawl out of my body and devour everything in it's path. I don't know what to do with this part of myself constantly clawing for fresh change and intellectual stimulation. There are times when I feel like mentally shutting down and checking out for a while but that aforementioned portion of myself refuses to remain quiet for long.
This insatiable craving for challenge and action seems to manifest itself in my continually changing ideas and thoughts. I rearrange my room from time to time just to satisfy that part of myself. I crave new music. I devour new books and new ideas without feeling the least bit full.
Some aspects of this beast scare me. Is it clinically acceptable to be partially afraid of oneself? For the most part, this beast is a welcomed part of my being. I worry about it getting out of control, but maybe that's what needs to happen from time to time.