Everything Changes

I seriously have that 80's Kathy Troccoli song stuck in my head writing this blog entry.

Honestly, I got some of THE WORST news ever about 24 hours after I moved here. Okay, maybe not the worst news EVER but bad enough to send me in a frenzied tailspin. None the less, I recovered and I'm thankful that everything changes.

It's one of those things. When you get where you're supposed to be, things aren't really a struggle anymore. I'm constantly knocking on wood saying this stuff, and not that things are super easy or perfect, but it's just funny how things have been falling into place.

I found a place to live RIGHT across from a Metro stop which allows me to have Piper with no issue. It's certainly not out of the pages of Southern Living, but it will do. It's a sacrifice I'm making for a few months until I get settled and can hopefully move in with Jenny. It's a room, I'm thankful for it, and I don't think it's going to be that bad. Plus, living right across the street from the Metro is going to be AWESOME for the summer.

I've been asked out by two guys in one week. More on this later, but this is beyond crazy to me. I have been working 7 days a week, so it's not like I've been doing the clubbing/going out thing. Not that I'd go out with either, but it's pretty funny to me.

So yeah, I've been working pretty much 7 days a week. I'm thankful that the events keep rolling in and I'm staying super busy. I'm exhausted, barely have enough time to breathe, but I'm so happy I'm not struggling in that area at the moment.

I'm happy.

Someone pinch me.