I guess now that I'm blogging on this website, I have no need for my Live Journal account. I've had that thing since the beginning of high school, (I have not touched it in so many years) and I believe it's time to move on.
Wow. Where should I begin? I'm mentally preparing myself for the eleven hour train ride back home to Virginia. Of course, within the next two months, I won't be calling it my home anymore, but merely a former life I once led. I am so eager to live in Connecticut again that my heart aches. I hate to sound like such an "emo" about it, but it's the truth. I have no other way to describe it. I left so many friends and abandoned all of my familiarities to go move to a place where I didn't want to be. However, it's frivolous dwelling on it; these feelings won't matter once I'm back.
But what happens then? Okay, cool: I move back to Connecticut and I see all my old friends, we all get to hang out as much as we want, I get to be independent and lead my own life, and eventually go through art college. It sounds simple enough, and there seems to be much to look forward to. I'll be honest, I'm somewhat afraid. I'll be thrusting myself out into the world, fresh out of high school. I believe everything is going to turn out the way I want it to, and as dangerous and naive as that may sound, I am going to keep believing that my life will soon be back on track. I've learned that being optimistic will help me become motivated into making my plans a reality. And there is nothing more that I want than to have my desires become real.
I think that spending this week in Connecticut has helped me decide what I want and who I want in my life. Now, I will be back in Norfolk, and I'll be readying myself for the future.
1 comment:
"I've learned that being optimistic will help me become motivated into making my plans a reality."
Well, it certainly took you long enough. :P Haha. Your blog is rad. :]
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