what a year. tomorrow, i turn 22. and getting from point A to point B has been quite the ride. in just a year i’ve:

moved to a new city.

been lonely.

felt happiness again.

lost touch with old friends.

gotten my g.e.d.

been let down, again.

done something i shouldn’t have.

been kind of arrested.

had a frightening experience in my own home.

am starting to get back in touch with the me i’ve lost.

and am now exactly half way to graduation. 

right now, i feel like i’m not ready to turn the page on 21. i want to stay here, and not leave.

but life is telling me that it’s time for a new chapter. and, maybe when i wake up in the morning i’ll be ready for it. hell, i better be. it’s not going to wait for me. i’m terrified, at what 22 has in store for me, and curious at the same time.

it’s been fun, 21.

one thing for sure, i’ll never forget you.