Rest Less

A small town. A small high school. A small - make that nonexistent - variety of things to do. Some may call it a recipe for disaster, but for me, it's proven to be a recipe for motivation. A motivation to see this small town not as a crutch or a hindrance, but as a launching pad. I'm ready to wander. I'm ready to take my restless self and rest less. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to not only leave for a big city, but take that big city by storm. That's not to say that I hate my quaint little, nothing-to-do town because that is not the case at all. I've just always known that I belong somewhere much bigger. Someplace hip and happening. Dare I say it, New York City. So welcome to the journey. It begins as I embark on my last year of high school, and it will undoubtedly include everything from the good to the bad to the ugly. What's in store you ask? I haven't a clue. But I can guarantee that it will be filled with a whole bunch of a certain f-word. Fun, that is. Here we go.