For the first time in a long time I can actually say I'm busy. I mean busy as in the way where most of my time isn't spent dancing around my room with music blasting and me claiming to be busy. I've moved into my own house now. I love it, I really do. I feel like an adult. Some people would crack under the pressure of responsibility, suddenly having all of these things to handle, and yet I'm not. I relish in it. I think I was always built for an independent life, I always felt like I was. I mean, there has to be some explanation to why I love being alone. And now I don't have ot worry about anyone judging me, espicially not Mom. I feel so much freedom now that I'm out of her grasps.
I've done so much in Washington. It's amazing that I've only been here for two weeks and I've already done so much. In general I really don't feel like explaining, I mean, no one much cares about my life in detail. Who reads this blog anyways? Mostly I just love life right now. Happiness in Pursuit, thank you Thomas Jefferson.
No comments:
Post a Comment