It's all happened; maybe it's drastically changed me, or maybe I just drastically changed everything else.
Growing up is defined by contradictions: it's when we're at our worst and our best, when we're the most naive yet all-knowing, when we are filled with hopelessness yet dreamers in every sense of the word. I'm going to be growing up until the day I die.
Moving out soon, hopefully. I need the independence, or else...
But after visiting my grandmother's empty home I felt a surge of motivation, and now it's going to happen. Sure, I need to learn some things... I need to learn to balance school and a job, plus the responsibilities of running a house... but maybe the reason I lacked that motivation before was because I've never experienced the pressure of meeting financial deadlines, or living with people that don't stick their necks out for me. I think I need that push in order to succeed in the long run.
Since August? I can't even begin. There's too much. Had some fights, had some fun, but nothing I regret. Got a job, got a life, and I don't think there's much more I could ask for.
Tomorrow: unplanned
