Is it?

I realize that I haven't blogged here since settling in. This was almost two months ago. This is crazy. I miss writing so much but my thoughts don't make much sense anymore. I'm all over the place. There's no rhyme or reason to much anymore and I feel that trying to put everything into words, the meaning just gets lost. And plus I'm too busy most of the time. But here I am late at night, not yet sleeping but not out partying either, which is quite good, you see.

And I don't know how to sum up my life as of now except that I'm quite possibly happier than I've ever been. Every day is new and lovely and unexpected. I meet new and fabulous people so often, and the only thing that saddens me is that I may never see them again. There is too much to keep up with. I'm not just hanging on for something right now; I feel like I'm just living and enjoying this fact.

I could be wrong but I may be on the verge of even more here; we will see soon. Right now my mind is a mess and words wouldn't straighten this one out. But tonight I went and looked at old pictures...ones from like 2 years ago...and I see how much things have changed. I miss some of these people so much, and some I care not a bit about. I see who is still here with me now and this means something. But the memories brought back by these pictures made me sad for a bit. I'm ready to keep going forward.


Life is pretty beautiful here.
Really intense.
I don't really know where the fuck I'm going anymore.
I'm questioning decisions, I want to find the answers that take me to happiness.
I am honest with myself and love who I am becoming.
And I wish I had the time and means to write about it all, and take pictures of it all, and hold on to it, because this feels like the beginning of "the best years of your life."