Today i was lucky enough to have someone give me props for this here blog and it made me so inspired to continue with it.

This evening, just hanging with Rudi and Cody.

I've been really struggling with what seems like a sad sort of march madness. I've been feeling quite sad, and grouchy and poor cody has absolutely been putting up with my bullshit.

I wonder what this means. It could be the move I suppose. As excited as I am, i'm worried about missing my family. What self-respecting country girl wouldn't? Also, how many new jobs am i going to need to find. Will i like my apartment? Will I make new friends? What if i dont.

I do realize that these are fears more suited to an 11 year old on his first day of school. I'm supposed to be an adult, a lady, ready to float into the world on a cloud of maturity and grace.

I feel more like the 11 year old boy. Hair plastered back with water, stiff new jeans and nice, new tshirts.

Maybe the root of my problem is that I am identifying with a pre-adolescent boy.

Hmm.

Oh dear...

Today i was lucky enough to have someone give me props for this here blog and it made me so inspired to continue with it.

This evening, just hanging with Rudi and Cody.

I've been really struggling with what seems like a sad sort of march madness. I've been feeling quite sad, and grouchy and poor cody has absolutely been putting up with my bullshit.

I wonder what this means. It could be the move I suppose. As excited as I am, i'm worried about missing my family. What self-respecting country girl wouldn't? Also, how many new jobs am i going to need to find. Will i like my apartment? Will I make new friends? What if i dont.

I do realize that these are fears more suited to an 11 year old on his first day of school. I'm supposed to be an adult, a lady, ready to float into the world on a cloud of maturity and grace.

I feel more like the 11 year old boy. Hair plastered back with water, stiff new jeans and nice, new tshirts.

Maybe the root of my problem is that I am identifying with a pre-adolescent boy.

Hmm.

Oh dear...