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Life is all about balance.
Freshman year is almost 3/4 done, and it has flown by so far. I am happy. I have nearly everything I want. My best friends from home have to some extent stuck around, but I didn't expect more than that because that's how life goes. It's still nice to talk to people you're familiar with and who know your whole deal. Sometimes people here don't know where I'm coming from when I say things. Although, that's been decreasing as I get closer to them, and can reveal a little bit more about my crazy-ass self. It's the best feeling to walk around campus and see a million people you know. It makes you feel like you belong. Not that I've ever felt like an outcast but still, Emory's a pretty freaking happy place.
I've been thinking about things lately. And what's odd to me is that I don't really get angry anymore. Maybe disappointed, sad. I've spent too much time harping over things and holding grudges. It's not important. There are too many things I want to do, places I want to go, people I want to meet. I need to let go of a lot. As I get more adjusted to life in the ATL, that's becoming much easier.
Who knows if I'll keep up with this new mentality of not living in the past, but I'm trying!
OH AND OMG 1!1!1!1!1!1! I AM GOING TO AFRICA. ! ! ! ! !
Freshman year is almost 3/4 done, and it has flown by so far. I am happy. I have nearly everything I want. My best friends from home have to some extent stuck around, but I didn't expect more than that because that's how life goes. It's still nice to talk to people you're familiar with and who know your whole deal. Sometimes people here don't know where I'm coming from when I say things. Although, that's been decreasing as I get closer to them, and can reveal a little bit more about my crazy-ass self. It's the best feeling to walk around campus and see a million people you know. It makes you feel like you belong. Not that I've ever felt like an outcast but still, Emory's a pretty freaking happy place.
I've been thinking about things lately. And what's odd to me is that I don't really get angry anymore. Maybe disappointed, sad. I've spent too much time harping over things and holding grudges. It's not important. There are too many things I want to do, places I want to go, people I want to meet. I need to let go of a lot. As I get more adjusted to life in the ATL, that's becoming much easier.
Who knows if I'll keep up with this new mentality of not living in the past, but I'm trying!
OH AND OMG 1!1!1!1!1!1! I AM GOING TO AFRICA. ! ! ! ! !