I haven’t had really much to write about these days. My life’s going on as usual; well, as usual as it can be at this point. I go to work, I come home, I hang out with my friends; honestly, my life’s not that different. My drive to work and back’s much longer; I’m glad I have a place to live, but I don’t like the commute much. I live in a town east of South Bend and it takes me 30-35 minutes to drive to work. Yeah, I know, not incredibly long, but I’m used to getting anywhere I need to go within 10-15 minutes.
It’s strange how easily I’ve always adapted to a new chapter of my life. I’ve made many changes in my life through the years; seven years ago, I threw caution to the wind and moved 900 miles away to the midwest, just because I knew it was the right thing to do. I found my way, slowly but surely. I made do with what I had in my situation. I always found a way to make things work.
I feel like I’m entering another new chapter in my life. In a lot of ways I feel like the same person I’ve always been, and in others, I’m different. I’m more myself. I’ve been staying up later, talking more often, going out more. I have a space to myself. I’m planning to travel more often this summer. I don’t want to sit still and let life drift past me any longer. I’m going to do and be instead.
I’m excited about the possibilities the future holds.