These last couple weeks have been crazy--and great.
Today is my third day off in a row. It's either menstrual symptoms or me going crazy from sitting in this house so much, but I've spent all day being a useless flop. In all actuality, I did get stuff done these past two days, but compared to the speed I've been running for the past few months, I feel pretty sluggish. Today I allowed myself a day to actually rest and stop thinking. I woke up early(ish) and went to Goodwill. I bought a Hydroflask for three dollars (it's the little things in life). I also bought a bunch of used books of poetry online last night. Mostly Blake, Shakespeare, other anthologies. I'm trying to get into it.
Many of my closest friends (&bf) are seniors. They graduated in the beginning of the month, and it was actually really exciting for me. I expected it to be a sad occasion, but I just kept thinking about how exciting their lives are all going to be. A part of me felt sad about spending next year semi-alone, and this helped me make an ultimately gigantic decision.
With my mom engaged, and me now practically being an adult anyway, I decided to go through with moving to Long Beach. It's going to be a mini Brady Bunch family out there. I'll be attending an all new school, for only my senior year. It should be a positive experience. We'll live 20 minutes away from the beach. And a train ride away from LA. There's a lot of stress surrounding the future, but isn't that always true? I feel excited to start a new life over there. I don't feel like I'm leaving much behind in this desert.