The Hermit

Maybe my mother's right.  Maybe I'm just taking my time.  I need to use this opportunity to explore life.  Nothing is tying me down, nothing is holding me back, aside from myself.  It's time to break some cycles.  And if I don't get to Austin by next summer, it's okay; so long as I don't take what I have for granted.  I just need to get out.

Me, a hermit?  It just doesn't fit.  I don't know what I've been thinking.