I'm Twenty-Two and Packing Up

I'm twenty-two. That ripe age where "What the fuck am I doing?" and "Where the hell am I going?" run intense parallels next to each other. It's the age that surfaces the realization that you're not 21, yet quickly approaching that iceberg of 30 right before your life splits in half and succumbs to the frigid temperatures of the ocean. That's twenty-two for the unprepared, unmotivated, and unfulfilled.

I'm twenty-two and packing up. I'm packing up my tangible possessions and rocketing up north to Philadelphia, PA in a blaze of aspiration and uncertainty. I couldn't be more excited. I've been treading in a state of panic all summer as D-Day (Departure-Day) was inevitable. There was never a doubt of my going. There was always a doubt of my mishandling of myself. Not the typical financial or survival mishandling worries that plague many a sleepless night. No, mine was the mishandling of who this crazy kid thought he was starting fresh in a city he's never been to. He's never even visited on vacation or fathomed the possibility of setting up camp in the city of Brotherly Love. He was the most ambitious, yet dumbest kid that could have ever existed.

He didn't have a stable career yet. He had a metric-shit ton of of impending doom of student loans. He had nothing. Then I realized that I have everything.

I have family. I have ambitions. I have intelligence. I have laughter. I have family. I have friends. I have faith. I have God. I have freedom. I have a mini-van. I, Kyle, have Philadelphia right where I want it. I have it as my next destination on a road that is yet to be unpaved, yet full of potential. I have it in my mind. I have it on paper. I have it in my heart. I have Philadelphia.

Yes, I know that this is profound and preachy, but I honestly couldn't give two shits. I make mistakes, and I'm geared for some more that lay in my path. So here I am. I'm packing up my comfort zone. It's all set to go. It has a postage stamp marked for PA. It has a destination.

So, again, here I am. I'm twenty-two and packing up.

Peace and Blessins,
Rev Out