It’s the 21st century, so I’m going to blog about my feelings

I just got done having a really great chat with my friend and roommate Chris about different paths in life. We were talking about the city we live in, Ypsilanti.

Chris is in his fourth year at Eastern Michigan, and I’m a college dropout. Chris is looking at graduating next year and then going on to a graduate program, and I’ve been in and out of schools for the past four years and have about 30 credit hours to show for it. Needless to say, we’re on different paths. He’s made a lot of friends out here, and I’m pretty much just friends with David and his friends.

But in all honesty, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’ve done something fairly non-traditional with my live. I work anywhere between 40 and 60 hours a week, and then play shows with my band just about every weekend.

There are times when I get a little down about not living the typical college life. I haven’t really made any of my own friends out here in Ypsi, I haven’t spent many long nights studying interesting works of literature, I haven’t had many intriguing in-class discussions about academic material. But the more I think about it, the happier I am with the choices I’ve made.

Thanks to music, I have met some of the greatest people in the world (at least in my opinion). I get to see different parts of the state (hopefully someday the country). I’ve had some of the most interesting talks in my life with the friends I’ve made through music like Corey and David and Travis. And I’ve always got my brother to feed me new books.

I love my life, and I love the people in it. One day I’m inevitably going to have to settle down, get a proper education, and become a real adult. I realize this, but I’m not going to cross that bridge until I get there. That may seem like a mistake to some, but I know that when I am ready to buckle down and I decide just what it is that I want to do with my life, I’ll be ready.

Right now, all I need is my friends, my family, and this glass of chocolate milk. Okay, maybe not the chocolate milk, but it tastes damn good.

It’s all about the little things.