Ever since I've been back I've felt that way. I think I left my heart in San Diego... as cliche' as that sounds. Somewhere on those rocky cliffs over-looking the pacific ocean. I left a part of me behind. Because nothing feels the same here any longer. My students, though passionate and engaging - are only partly of interest any more. The caricatures seem pointless and futile, in comparison to the market and support I could be getting somewhere else. Even my friends and family, whom I love greatly... seem to be somewhere far way from me. It's all very bittersweet. It seems, these days that my only solace has been found while painting, and drawing. Which I suppose is at least comforting.
"You keep adding stones and soon the water will be lost in the well."
I've put a lot into this town. Into loving everything about it. Appreciating all it's little nuances and hidden treasures. But it feels like I've reached the limits of what this town has to offer me. Or more likely... I've realized that I've reached MY limits of what I have to offer this town. For years now I have craved a mentor... a new standard, an example of success to learn from. And after a few days of being submersed in an entire microcosm that embodies that, and speaking with dozens of success stories in San Diego, I know I'm in the wrong place. And I no longer want to be here. My hearts just not in it. And it seems as though God is sending some pretty hard core signals my way these days, all of which seem to be pushing me down this path..
There's just a different way of thinking in Lubbock. It seems like people "dream big" but don't "think big." I can't count the number of big dreams I've heard from the people around me. But the number of success are less than a handful. I think it comes from the way things are set up here. I realized from having my friend Jay from Houston here how different things really are. When we were living in Houston and we got a wild-hare to do something, we'd go to 7 or 8 different stores looking into it. Theres dozens of comic shops, model shops and any type of shop you can imagine, the resources and options are much more plentiful. But here... if you want to do something, it takes a lot of balls, and a lot of leg work to get ANYthing done. No wonder everything's half-assed here. But whatever. And I can't even imagine growing up here and knowing only that. If I hadn't spent all my time growing up in Dallas, Denver and Houston, I'd feel pretty fucked, pretty apathetic and narrow-minded. Not saying that's how everyone here is... just how I would probably be. I would feel so stifled if I'd never known all the resource i've known in other places. And then to compare that to the success I've seen in individuals in San Diego... it's just hard to come back to Lubbock.
Anyways, Just so everyone is clear... I know that San Diego isn't going to fix me. It simply offers more opportunities to succede. I know I have to work on the issues that have held me back my entire life before I go, or else they'll just follow me wherever I end up... That's what baggage does right?
I guess this is sort of a disclaimer, I'm not going to be talking a lot about San Diego here on out. Not here or around my friends. I hate the awkwardness that surrounds the issue. I'll just quietly work and prepare myself and leave when it's time to go. But I hate long goodbyes, and I definitely hate the awkwardness. I WILL probably be going through my baggage though. Because that affects me no matter WHERE I am.
--Will