Wherever you go...there you are.
Today I was sort of in a bad mood. I knew that I wanted to go to NJ, but it just didn't seem in the cards. Now I don't know when I'm gong to get there.
We get the keys to the house on Friday, which is of course HUGE. Only, I'm a little apprehensive about all my new responsiblies and the idea that I keep moving farther and farther into adult-hood and away from freedom. I try to combine who I am and who I want to be, but I do feel stifled in some odd way. I think it also has a lot to do with the fact that I am away from all my friends, friends that I've had for quite some time. I haven't had to make new friends in such a long time that I've haven't. Now, I feel, 'I have to work to have a social life!' Oh please!
I have to kick my ass to get involved. I have to kick my ass to go outside of my comfort zone. I also wish that some of my Jersey friends would visit me. I figure it's pushing their comfort zone a little too, and it is much easier to stay and wait for me to come to then, but where's the adventure in that?
I want to show everyone my new house, my apt, DC and the momuments, swanky Georgetown, Arlington & Alexandria, the elite Fairfax suburb, the serene Virginia country side, brand-spanking new Gainesville & Bristow, all ye olde pre Civil War towns, and even the ghettos of Manassas.
But alas, I left. I think people sort of resent me for it (and I KNOW my mother does.) I guess that makes sense, but staying where I was when I had this opportunity wouldn't make much sense either. So there we are.
We get the keys to the house on Friday, which is of course HUGE. Only, I'm a little apprehensive about all my new responsiblies and the idea that I keep moving farther and farther into adult-hood and away from freedom. I try to combine who I am and who I want to be, but I do feel stifled in some odd way. I think it also has a lot to do with the fact that I am away from all my friends, friends that I've had for quite some time. I haven't had to make new friends in such a long time that I've haven't. Now, I feel, 'I have to work to have a social life!' Oh please!
I have to kick my ass to get involved. I have to kick my ass to go outside of my comfort zone. I also wish that some of my Jersey friends would visit me. I figure it's pushing their comfort zone a little too, and it is much easier to stay and wait for me to come to then, but where's the adventure in that?
I want to show everyone my new house, my apt, DC and the momuments, swanky Georgetown, Arlington & Alexandria, the elite Fairfax suburb, the serene Virginia country side, brand-spanking new Gainesville & Bristow, all ye olde pre Civil War towns, and even the ghettos of Manassas.
But alas, I left. I think people sort of resent me for it (and I KNOW my mother does.) I guess that makes sense, but staying where I was when I had this opportunity wouldn't make much sense either. So there we are.