First, I’m not dead. Fortunately? Unfortunately? Whatever, I’m still alive.
So, let’s get all caught up.
Friday night (the 9th), my roommate and I had a little alcohol, and then a little disagreement, followed up by me packing up all my stuff and leaving in the middle of the night. I haven’t heard a word from her since I left, and after the way she talked to me, I really don’t think I will. I won’t be crying about it or losing any sleep.
I moved in with my best friend. She’s one of those people that is very driven and ambitious, keeps her home immaculate, and has polite and respectful children. It’s pretty much night and day from where I was living, and the difference has been good for me. My stress levels are down, my blood pressure is down, I haven’t had a single headache since I moved, and I’m overall just really happy.
Since I moved in I’ve met so many people. She’s got a huge family, and tons of friends…and everyone is so damn nice. Of course, every where we go, I kinda feel like the token white girl, but I get in where I fit in.
Last week I looked at an apartment. (more…)
