jan 10 26 10 pm
here I sit at the back of a boat in the middle of night not feeling far from home, but in reality not far at all.
2025 was an odd year. My life objectively improved tenfold, im at a point now where even if all my ambitions fall through i have a career laid out for me. I live in a new city that i really enjoy. I have more disposable income than i know what to do with. my savings account is larger than its ever been. I have a job that i enjoy. Yet i still kinda feel empty. I think a lot of it comes from the what i already knew would happen, did. I still have no social life and i think I need to begin the process of making peace with the fact that i likely never will. I mean i spent all of 2025 making moves to set up my life to be functional like this.
whatever,
-a