162 Days Later...
Well, I did it.
I find myself saying the same thing I did before my flight to Paris: I don't know how the fuck I pulled this off, but..
I'm proud. Unabashedly proud, actually. I juggled the stress of life, of long distance, of dropped calls, of fighting, of my job, of my health, of my family. And I think I did a pretty damn good job!
I'm not perfect. But I finally get the feeling that at 24, I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
If you read this on any kind of basis you probably know already that I wouldn't have done it without ANY of your support. Something as little as a "Like" on Facebook -- yes, I believe in self-affirmation via social networking -- or a phone call where all I did was bitch and moan means the world to me, guys. Seriously.
I'm leaving work at 1 for casa de Manning. Then, Newark Airport. Then... well, summer really does kick off from there. xoxoxo, loves.
I find myself saying the same thing I did before my flight to Paris: I don't know how the fuck I pulled this off, but..
I'm proud. Unabashedly proud, actually. I juggled the stress of life, of long distance, of dropped calls, of fighting, of my job, of my health, of my family. And I think I did a pretty damn good job!
I'm not perfect. But I finally get the feeling that at 24, I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
If you read this on any kind of basis you probably know already that I wouldn't have done it without ANY of your support. Something as little as a "Like" on Facebook -- yes, I believe in self-affirmation via social networking -- or a phone call where all I did was bitch and moan means the world to me, guys. Seriously.
I'm leaving work at 1 for casa de Manning. Then, Newark Airport. Then... well, summer really does kick off from there. xoxoxo, loves.