today is the one year anniversary of moving out of my family's house and moving out on my own with beth and amy. i still have a hard time believing that this is my life now. i miss my family and i'm really glad that they only live a few minutes away, and i miss amy since she moved out on her own a few months ago. but this is what beth and i always dreamed of, and despite how hard it can be at times i am very lucky to be in the position i am in.

i don't know if it's just bad timing or what, but i've been thinking way too much lately.

something has been upsetting me and i wish i could write about it in here, but i don't feel like that is possible at this point. which is frustrating, because writing about things and talking it through with friends is all that i can really do about it, but i don't think it would be very appropriate to talk about it here, judging by some of the audience i know i have...or the audience i DON'T know i have. either way, i started writing a memoir about it today, so hopefully i will have something concrete come out in the end. i sat here writing and crying and thinking way too much, and i realized just how much things have changed, and just how far i've come. but in a way, it hasn't changed at all.

xoxo