I’ve had an inability to put pen to paper lately. Maybe it’s the fact that my mind is wandering all over the place lately. I can’t seem to get my head right about where I want to live, or what I want to do, or who I want to love. I thought all my hopeless problems would be solved when I moved back down south to savannah, but within a week or so I found myself missing the very city that I thought so much I could never stand. I’m not exactly sure if it’s the city in general, or just the company that I surrounded myself with when I was there. And it’s not to say that being back in savannah was a bad decision, I’ve had a hell of a lot of fun since I’ve been back, but I’m starting to think that I might just be stepping back into the stuck mud that I tried so hard to escape from a year ago. Maybe not that I’m going to get stuck back there in the same pattern, things have changed a lot since last year; the city of Savannah is a constant tide of people. I think the power of my parents words might finally be seeping in little by little. Maybe just maybe, I’m starting to take some of what they say seriously, but definitely not all the way. I’ll never give up my rambling life style, and I’m pretty sure my inability to commit to a home or a job or a love for more than a few years will stick with me till the day I die. That’s just the way I’ll always be. But I am getting a little tired of the constant feeling of being dead broke, not having a bed to call my own, and living from paycheck to paycheck. I mean at one point in my life, when I was only 19 years old, somebody in a major corporation decided it would be a good idea to give me a salary job. I was only making $26,000 a year, but at that age, that was a million bucks to me. I believe that I fell into that job, just as a lottery winner scratches off their jackpot. I had no doubt that I deserved that money, I worked my ass off for it, but it was definitely nice to have that. Since then I’ve hopped around, done this and that, some jobs I liked, some not so much, made enough to get by, but I’m starting to think I want to do a little more than just “get by.” I’m not talking about making millions of dollars, but I’d like to live comfortably again. I’ve got this opportunity to go to work in North Carolina, in a town I’ve never lived nor do I know anyone there. And at this point I’m almost thinking that’s a good thing. I want to start fresh, and I mean really fresh, a city where I don’t know a soul around. I just think I’m about ready to put another town and another bullet on my resume.
been working on this guy for a few weeks. got her running decent but she still needs a little bit more work and a few parts to get running how i want her to.
todo list with the little money i have right now:
-trim some foam down in the seat to give it more of a cafe look
- slim down and hide the wiring harness
-replace the controls with toggle switches
-remount the speedo