Wow, it’s surreal that I now have a place to call mine and mine alone. I adore my new apartment- it’s adorable and the perfect size for one person and I can even have pets if I want. The only downside is that I am so not used to living on my own. It’s entirely too quiet and slightly creepy.
Sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly hopeless or overwhelmed or simply depressed, I think about how many people I have in my life that care.
Friends who will text something inane at the perfect moment that reminds me I’m in their thoughts even though I’m miles away.
Family that will donate little knickknacks and gifts of money because I’m moving out permanently for the first time, even though they can’t really afford it.
A little sister who never fails to make me laugh, even when she’s doing her damnedest to drive me insane.
My cats, my dog and my wonderful, beautiful horse that remind me that family doesn’t have to only be of the human persuasion.
And last but not least, my parents who make me want to scream a significant part of the time, but who love and support me unconditionally.
I am so very blessed.