I am bored as hell. I am despising work more and more. And giving less fucks each and everyday. I don't know what the answer to all of this is. I want this to work -- me living in FL -- but this isn't the life I imagined for myself. I miss the city. I miss my friends. I miss being a bus ride away from my family. But I don't want to give up just yet. I've met some cool people here and that's what's keeping me a little sane. But if I were to somehow get transplanted back to Philadelphia and continued my post-college life there, I would not protest much. C'est la vie, Melbourne. Yet, I don't want to give up just yet. I have this huge hope that there's something that I was supposed to gain here. This big understanding. An enlightenment. Just a few more months of driving lazily up and down the coast, across the river, eating lunches in the car, halfhearted tugs on a purple and yellow exercise machine, grimacing and fake giggling to my sunburned cowork...