I moved out.
I grew up.
I learned a lot.
I survived my first finals week.
I made it here.
Here, where I live a good life. Where people love me and I have the privilege to love them. Here, where I get up day after day with purpose. I love where I am.
I used to never think I would make it here. I used to never think I could.
Everyday I get up I surprise myself. Everyday is a day further than I thought was possible.
I live a good life but one that is far from perfect. I am unemployed and running out of money. I have a crush on a boy who loves classic rock, winter time, and working. He's almost perfect and I'm so far from it. I'm stuck in that in-between stage of love. I eat too much and work out too little. I've had my heart broken in the past month or so and I broke some hearts in the last month or so. I'm too opinionated and feel the need to voice it all the time. I'm getting a little better at not hating myself but...
You know, it gets hard. Life's never easy.
But I love it and I think that's all that matters.
