God, if I spelled his name wrong then I really am a twat.

I don’t like Kerouac. Can’t manage to read it.

When I was 17, a 22 year old friend of mine (Dan Crum) moved out to California from Illinois to stay with me and my then girlfriend. He stayed for a few months but couldn’t find work, so he left, after a lot of fighting over money and arguments possibly encouraged by my ex.

Now I’m 23 and I feel like I want to spend the summer doing something interesting, and also like I need to escape from Los Angeles for a while and see what life is like other places. I asked Dan, who lives back in Dekalb, Illinois, if I could come stay with him for the summer. He said sure.

I’m writing this on my phone and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t positively exhausting.

All in all, I am unsure. He said it was scary and exciting, moving to LA randomly, and the thought of relocating randomly to 40 minutes south of Chicago seems, well, terrifying and somewhat exciting. I can take the summer off of school and see what life is like in other parts of the country. Sounds win, right?

I want to do something, you know? So I shouldn’t be such a wuss and just do it, otherwise I know I’ll regret it. I don’t know. Am I being foolish? Anyone?