01/01 posted 10:57 PM
I admit, I feel weird writing this. I’ve never been one for journal keeping, but this feels like it’s going to be an amazing year.
That sounded like some cringy Disney shit, but it’s true. I have my life where I’ve wanted to be ever since I moved out of my parent’s house–what eight years ago now? Yeah, eight years.
It’s been a struggle, but I’m where I want to be.
Tomorrow, I’ll officially move into my new apartment, and I am ready.
Everything I own has been packed into boxes, my toxic friends have been cut out of my life, my job is stable and satisfying, and I am practically shaking with excitement.
Honestly, if it weren’t for my roommate sleeping in the next room, I’d be dancing around and singing at the top of my lungs.
And tomorrow, I can.
I can do whatever I want, in the privacy of my own apartment.