Life's been pretty bearable.
I just mostly work and hang out with my friends in a "rinse, lather, repeat" fashion.
My parents are moving from the country in about 2 years. My sister is moving by September. It's a weird feeling to know that I'm going to be living on my own without any sort of financial support. It kinda makes me realize that I need to get my shit together. I mean, don't get me wrong, I have a pretty decent job now for a guy my age, and I'm able to pay all my bills on time; but I don't really budget myself and I end up buying things on impulse. All these things have to stop. Or at least, have to be toned down.
So I figure I'm going to be 24-25 when they move; by then, I want to be living in Hoboken. That's really my goal for the end of the year. And for the first time, I think I'll be able to actually afford moving there. So I'm beyond excited. This goes without saying that accompanying my feelings of excitement are feelings of fear and nervousness; for it's a big step to take. But they won't overshadow my need to feel independent and self-sufficient.
Besides, I'm 22 years old. Playtime is over. Sure, I'm still going to make countless mistakes that are inevitable parts of the human growth process, but my priorities are being structured in a way that my blunders won't affect me how they normally do.
I have no closing statement.
My parents are moving from the country in about 2 years. My sister is moving by September. It's a weird feeling to know that I'm going to be living on my own without any sort of financial support. It kinda makes me realize that I need to get my shit together. I mean, don't get me wrong, I have a pretty decent job now for a guy my age, and I'm able to pay all my bills on time; but I don't really budget myself and I end up buying things on impulse. All these things have to stop. Or at least, have to be toned down.
So I figure I'm going to be 24-25 when they move; by then, I want to be living in Hoboken. That's really my goal for the end of the year. And for the first time, I think I'll be able to actually afford moving there. So I'm beyond excited. This goes without saying that accompanying my feelings of excitement are feelings of fear and nervousness; for it's a big step to take. But they won't overshadow my need to feel independent and self-sufficient.
Besides, I'm 22 years old. Playtime is over. Sure, I'm still going to make countless mistakes that are inevitable parts of the human growth process, but my priorities are being structured in a way that my blunders won't affect me how they normally do.
I have no closing statement.