Saturday, February 23, 2013

new beginnings

I officially live in Atlanta, Georgia. I've been moving around so much in the past months, I think it's going to take a little while to not feel like a visitor and get used to having a home again. Housemates, family meals, my own bedroom, a job, rent. I'm happy to be here, and I'm lucky to already know a good amount of people to already have plans with, things to do, people to call. It's strange knowing there's no one here I'm extremely close to, I'm used to having that one best friend. On one hand, I think it'll be good for me, at least for right now, to be able to focus more on myself, at least starting to do the things I want to do now that I'm in a more solid space and having less distractions. It's funny being in the position once again where everyone else in a place is closer to each other than they are to you, and I didn't expect to be in this situation once again, but here I am and at least now I have the knowledge that it always gets better in case it starts to get me down.

The amount of times I've found myself here really does surprise me, even when I'm the one making the decisions in my life. How many times have I found myself surrounded by a whole new group of people? This time though, at the least, I know there's some best friends just a few hours North that I can go see at almost any time, and I'll have the stability of a home to help me feel more sane and....stable. And hopefully within that stability I'll find the ability to keep doing whats important to me and keep all the pieces of myself I've scattered across the country intact. 

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

001.

I'm absolutely terrified of having to relearn socializing and my relationships with my friends, to dive head first into my life again.

Monday, February 11, 2013

eight

I'm almost 23 and I'm just as sad as I have been my entire life.

There's nothing I want more than to be able to come here and type only about the good things, but that's never the case and I guess that's never when I need it.

How many times have I walked around a city, late and alone, grasping for the same feelings I'll never stop searching for?