I’ve always enjoyed writing. And I miss those times where I’d sit somewhere and just write about things I wanted to write about. My rants, my raves, something poetic at times, basically just about anything under the sun. Sometimes, I get too preoccupied with whatever’s happening in my life as of the moment. End result: no more writing, no more reading, no more alone time for Rob.

Don’t get me wrong though. I enjoy going out. It’s nice to play tennis (although nice is such an understatement considering my respect for the sport), go out with friends for bbq, picnic, chillin’ at the beach, coffee sessions, even the simple house visits, watch movies, the list goes on. Forgive the cliché, but too much of everything is bad I guess. People sometimes get burn out.

Solitude doesn’t necessarily translate to loneliness. It’s a choice to isolate oneself from everything. Some people would choose this to search something within themselves; others may think that they need a break from the stress that they’re going through. In my opinion, a little bit of alone time is healthy. You get to set your own rules, accomplish a lot of things, your own critic is yourself and nobody else, and more importantly you get to sit back, think, and appreciate all that you’ve got.

Living in Los Angels has been a great ride for me. Just like a roller coaster, there were some ups and downs. More of the good times though. In a vast, highly populated, and such diverse city, it’s easy to get lost and feel unwanted. But knowing that there are just people who are there for you makes it a little bit easier. I appreciate all my friends here and I hope they realize how much I value them. Thanks guys!