It wasn't an easy one - and in fact has involved many more, albeit smaller, decisions since then.
I broke up with my boyfriend. Yea, sure. No problem...there were no "feelings," but he was/is a great guy nonetheless.
So here I am almost 21 years old with a full-time job, starting school in the next couple weeks, car payments, insurance, bills and the whole shebang. Now on top of all that, I'm as physically homeless as I've felt for most of my life. (*insert annoying emo crying here*) Awesome. At least I have a car (hence car payments) that I can sleep in at creepy parks. Just kidding - I have friends I'll end up staying with, but I have always wanted my home. Not somebody's place where I simply have a roof over my head and my clothes in my trunk (though it is pretty fun for a limited amount of time...)
I know in my head that I will be okay, but everyday I find myself...vibrating almost. In one part of my brain everything is okay, but of course there are other places that are working overtime filling my thoughts with worst possible scenarios.
So here I am, repeating to myself that I may not be able to keep up the photography for a bit, or keep working on jewelry, but I will survive.
But what type of life is that? Merely surviving.
I know in my head that I will be okay, but everyday I find myself...vibrating almost. In one part of my brain everything is okay, but of course there are other places that are working overtime filling my thoughts with worst possible scenarios.
So here I am, repeating to myself that I may not be able to keep up the photography for a bit, or keep working on jewelry, but I will survive.
But what type of life is that? Merely surviving.
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