Writing the beginning of anything is always the hard part isn't it? I have come to the realization that I don't know anything. I had the same LJ for I think 2 years and it's tired, so I am retiring it.
Being anonymous for the most part, just feels better now. I can't get rid of my need to write and put ideas out there, but at this point it's better not to share all my thoughts. At least not with signing a name to them.
I completed my fresh start on life today by attempting a thorough cleaning of The Beast, otherwise known as my car. She was too far gone to ever be returned to her youthful glory, but I made a dent. I think a professional is needed to really accomplish anything meaningful.
Theres always a lot of cleaning and getting rid of things when I feel as though life is changing drastically. I got rid of two giant bags of crap from my room yesterday. Thats not a very interesting topic though.
Oh well. It's been and endless few months of friday night drink fests downtown, a lot of DVRing and chips and salsa eating with Roomie and more than a few lengthy conversations about the redeeming and not so redeeming qualities of certain men in our lives. Dare I call them men.
Now, it's grad school, allowing myself to let new people in, a fast approaching move to my favorite city, and the looming responsibility of a Masters and all the student loan debt that comes with it.
All in all, I can say I am happy for the first time in a very long time. It comes and goes in waves, and I have really terrible days once in awhile, but I keep getting out of bed every day, and things don't seem so devastating much any more. I don't know if its age or experience but life is not over, just because your heart's broken.