Almost three months.

It’s been almost three months since I packed my rucksack and left home with nothing but a spare change of socks, my trusty dog, and my plucky sense of determination. Three months since I started my quest to find love and self-actualization, the sun on my shoulders and the wind at my back.

Three months since I started college.

Three months is a long time, isn’t it? A long time to be away from home, and a long time to be constantly surrounded by new and overwhelming things. There are good days when I feel optimistic and look great and think anything is possible, but then there are the bad days when the only thing that gets me out of bed is the knowledge that every class costs my parents 20 bucks.

The weird thing is that, well… I’m always okay. I ask myself all the time – how is it possible to always be okay?  And I don’t know the answer. I feel grounded for some reason, and I have yet to figure out why. I’ll let you know when I do.

So, join me, and we’ll see how it all unfolds together.