...yet you're my favorite work of art...
I've been in Orlando for almost two weeks. It's a little improvement, but not the fun times I was hoping for. I have been a little antisocial lately though. I'm slightly uncomfortable in my new surroundings, don't know a ton of people, and keep getting ill. I look forward to September though. I'm planning on going to the High Holidays services with the local Hillel chapter and joining the ballroom dancing club at UCF. I'm looking forward to both, but it's still August. A week and a half of classes down, too many to go. But I have had tons of time to reflect while I've been sitting alone, slightly ill. I haven't been living my life the way I've yearned to. I've been to afraid to mess with the norm and to scared that I may do something that could hurt or insult someone. Egg shells get me every time. But I have been trying. I've met a few people in classes and various other places and I plan on becoming more social once I'm healed. I want to go do all of these things and meet all of these people I've yet to meet. I want to find myself in this new place I'm in. I want to create a new me. It's sad to think that I was more myself in high school then I am now. I want to be me again and I think that starts with getting out there. Okay body...time to heal...