How come everything we think we need always comes with batteries?
I enjoy going to work.
I don’t mind the commute.
I have a comfortable amount of money where I am able to travel or splurge if I wanted to.
I live in a spacious room with 3 closets.
I go out with friends on the weekends.
I get to enjoy my weekly tv shows on a big flat screen tv.
Sounds like a cushy life, right?
So why do I feel like there is this big gaping hole missing?
Like John Mayer said…
“Something’s missing, and I don’t know what it is, no I don’t know what it is. Friends, check. Money, check, What else is left?”
