Another Chapter.

Its really odd to me how fast this year has gone by. I turned 21 in Sept, and everyone said that when you turn 21 time just starts flying out the window. When you are younger you always seem to have something to look forward to. When your 15, you cant wait to turn 16 so you can drive, your 17 and you cant wait till your 18 to go to a club, then your 20 and you can wait to be 21 to legally drink. It always seemed to be a waiting game. I guess that is just life in general though. All I know is now that I am on the edge of turning 22 I cant really think of anything to look forward to. I am in school so its very exciting to look forward to a new career, but in the mean time I kind of feel stuck... Is that a normal feeling? does anyone else ever feel that way?

This month I have been to a few different places, all in the United States. Its kind of nice to take a break from plane rides every week, and weekend. I really got to sit down and focus on my school, and where ill be heading with that. For those of you who don't know, I am going to school to be a Master Chef. My ideal job would be working on a yacht as a private chef for a few years, and just traveling all over the world. As far as my long term goal for my career I would love to open a small 10 top breakfast restaurant. Something that is small and nice, maybe a few tables outside with umbrellas. I have found myself sitting at home alot just brain storming ideas for my restaurant, I have a few menus already drawn up, and a small idea of how it will look inside. I think its very important to work towards your goals. I look around at most of my friends and they don't seem to be very motivated anymore. I am what I like to call a "go getter" when I see something I like I go after it will full force.

I realize this blog entry is a little different this most, I always seem to be uploading pics of my travels, and talking to you guys about the hotels I stay at, and the places I go. Don't get my wrong that is all nice, and I love doing it, but maybe you will be interested to know a little more about who I really am. I was born and raised southern baptist, lord help us all. I lived on a small island growing up in a very small community. As soon as I came out the bible thumpers booted me right out of town. For awhile I held a lot of bitterness towards them, but now I stand on my own two feet, have my own car, I pay for my own schooling, and I have a lovely place to call home in Texas. From the time I was 16 till I was 19 I moved all over the place. Lived in Boston for about 4 months, lived in Tampa for about a year, then lived in West Hollywood for about a year. Coming from such a small closed minded town I was really hit with the culture shock of these large cities. I had the time of my life in those three years. I got to meet some of the most amazing people that I am proud to say are all loyal friends. I settled down in San Antonio after a short visit to the city. I fell in love with this town immediately. I have kind of set some roots in this town, going to school here, making friends, and doing some water ski training out at some of the lakes has really kept me busy over the past few years. I know I am rambling on about silly things, but like I said I am sure there is someone out there who would like to know a little more about me.

About three days ago I was out at a lake with some of my friends. We were all wake boarding, and surfing behind the boat. I have been doing this for years, since I was about 7 years old. It was my turn to get behind the boat and wake surf. I was riding just find when we hit another boats wake which threw me off balance. I when flying forward and hit the back park of the boat knocking me completely unconscious. I woke up to my friend all look at me. They pulled me back on the boat and brought my to a local Austin, TX hospital. It wasn't until the doctors were asking me all these questions that I really came to and realized what had happened. I had a serious concussion. I also broke my nose. I am happy to say that everything seems to be getting better the small black eye from my broken nose is going away, and the swelling around my neck has almost gone away. Other then being really sore I am on the road to recovery. Laying in my bed for two days really got me thinking about alot of things. Nothing like a near death experience to put things into perspective for you. I will be writing a somewhat more cheerful blog soon. I just feel like I had some thing on my chest that I wanted to let you, and now I have.

Until next time..

ND