Things of a pondering nature.

So, here I am. I’m past 25, living at home and without full time employment. I know that I’ve written about this sort of thing before, but it’s not a thought I can remove easily.Now, not that I don’t enjoy living at home with my family, but I think for myself, I need to start to think about moving out, and actually doing something instead of doing nothing of significance.I knew that I had Monday off, and potentially Tuesday this week, as my boss at the labour hire company was going to call me when there was work again. Cool, no probs. So Wednesday came, and he told me that they were right and I wasn’t needed. Which is great… sort of.Waking up at 9am or later is fine for a while, but then when you do nothing, or go from the computer to the tv and vice versa, it sucks.I would love to have a job that I enjoy and am good at.I would love to move out and be more independent.Am I watching life go by and missing out? I don’t know. But doing nothing at home is boring, non-innovative and unproductive. It’s like being stuck in a steel cage on the corner of the Flinders Street train station and seeing everyone walking past and not being able to join them in life.