The search for a genuine lifestyle begins -- or, rather, continues with a new fervor and determination. A 27 year old identity crisis that is simply more refined and less dramatic than those peppering my twenties.

This one is, as expected, more adept in its ability to alter my focus and slower to fruition. The pace in which it crept up on me allowed me time to consider how I would handle the challenging ideas and frantic scattered thoughts. I was maturing and my identity confusion along with it.

How charming.