It's been almost 4 years that I've been on this thing, and it's a trip and a half reading through all of my previous posts. I can remember exactly who I'm talking about and what exactly I felt. It's crazy to think about how much things have changed, how much I'VE changed. But no matter how much everything changes, I seem to always come to the same conclusion: wanting to leave, needing to grow up, hoping for a fresh start.
Recently, I thought I found my happy place. I had everything that I could ever ask for, plus more. Great friends, great boyfriend, an amazing job, a supportive father, and a plan. But like usual, all of that slipped through my grasp before I was even able to fully enjoy it. It's amazing how quickly you can go from having everything to feeling like you have absolutely nothing. That's where I am, at the bottom... and as strongly as I feel about wanting to just crawl under a rock and live there for the rest of eternity, this is where I need to pick myself up and put my life back together.
I need to change. I need to grow up. And in order to do this, I need to be scared. I need to be put out in the real world, on my own. I need to just leave for awhile and get away from everyone, everything. I need to figure out who I am.
Hopefully I find my new beginning in San Francisco today.
XOXO