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ive been packing my miniscule life away very slowly over the past week...
and yesterday I came across a few boxes with stuff from my first apartment on 92nd st...
stuff I never brought with me because in the back of my mind I knew I would be back eventually.
it reminded me of being 18 and moving out for the very first time and thinkin anythings possible. full of hope and direction and happyness.
it made me realize I'm there again. its like moving out for the first time: the sequel...
I get to start my life again.
I'm 18 and anythings possible.
I'm so god damn happy.
17212 n scottsdale rd... I get to lay my head down on saturday and know its all been worth it.
and yesterday I came across a few boxes with stuff from my first apartment on 92nd st...
stuff I never brought with me because in the back of my mind I knew I would be back eventually.
it reminded me of being 18 and moving out for the very first time and thinkin anythings possible. full of hope and direction and happyness.
it made me realize I'm there again. its like moving out for the first time: the sequel...
I get to start my life again.
I'm 18 and anythings possible.
I'm so god damn happy.
17212 n scottsdale rd... I get to lay my head down on saturday and know its all been worth it.