Bye Bye Boston

Boston is my home. This is bullshit. I can't explain how it feels- I can't explain how in love I am with this place and how bad my heart is breaking right now. I don't know if I'll ever feel this way about another place in my life. I hope I do. I'm terrified of the thought that I'll never be happy in another city again. It feels like we're breaking up- but for some reason I'm the one doing it. Why can't I have this one thing? This one place that fills my head with wonderful sights and inspiration for life- all in one little city. God damn it. I love you Boston. I love you friends. I'm sorry I'm leaving. I need to get back to my family, my life and my love- but hopefully we all come back some day. I will miss you forever. 

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Do you ever have 2.3 billion ideas racing through your head all day, all at once, and all the fucking time? I don't know if this is common, or even a problem- but I'm so exhausted by it.

I invent products or services in my head, draw them out on paper, figure out every little cost associated with them, and by the time I'm ready to invest- another idea pops into my head and shoves out the previous. I'll admit not all of my ideas are great- but some of them are completely realistic and could potentially earn me some extra cash in the long run.

Is there somewhere, or someone you can sell ideas to? Seriously, I need to unload some serious imaginary pay-dirt.