4:30 p.m. - January 04, 2009
Maybe this new start is only for a year. Maybe it'll be longer. Maybe it'll be good for me. Maybe I'll be more lonely than ever. Maybe I won't take the road trips to New York and North Carolina I'm already planning. Maybe I'll have a difficult time adjusting to apartment living once this building fills up. But all these maybes are inconsequential. I am young. I am financially well off. I have a job I love. I can do as I please. What worries and fears can stand against the knowledge that I am molding my circumstances rather than being molded by them, for once in my life? You do not understand what it feels like to breathe until you've suffocated. That time is over and a new time has begun.