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I want to get back to blogging. Or journaling. Or something... Just something to get my thoughts out. But Tumblr is just so saddening to me..... 

This trip wasn’t for my 23rd birthday, I swear. It just happened to be that way. The weekend was great. Alesso was great. My friends are great. :)

And for some reason I’m missing a picture with John, lame.

I guess an update on life is a bit overdue. So here goes nothing.

March 2015 has been filled with quite a great amount changes, the biggest one having to move back to San Diego for the new job. This is a pretty big deal to me, probably because this is my first ever job. I’m extremely grateful for the opportunity, and so far the past two weeks and one day have been great at work. I have lovely coworkers and a supportive upper management. 

This move to San Diego has taught me how to grow up and be more responsible for myself. Not that I ever was irresponsible or anything of that sort, but it’s definitely teaching me how to become more self sustainable and how to be a ‘real’ adult. Although it would be great to live with my parents, save money, and constantly have their support, I feel like this move is good for me in a sense that I become more independent.

With my first paycheck, I constantly debated on how to treat myself with it. New makeup? New shoes? More clothes? I had no idea; so I decided to put off on that first paycheck purchase. Spontaneously, I somehow ended up being in the posession of a brand new 2015 Honda Fit. I’m not entirely sure how that happened, but I guess that it could somewhat in a way be considered my ‘first paycheck’ purchase—definitely worth wayyy more than my first paycheck, but I guess a good portion of that check would be going to a first payment. 

I don’t even know where to begin. My mind’s all jumbled and I just need to let it all out.

Two weeks at the end of February/beginning of March is definitely not enough time to look for a new place to live—especially when you live approximately 3 hours away from the ‘new’ place of residence. I’m stressing out. I’m going nuts. There’s a huge potential of me being homeless for a while and slumming on couches in living rooms. And that’s definitely not okay with me. I don’t like to rely on others when I know I can get situations handled on my own. It’s as simple as that.

On another note, am I the only one here who HATES packing? I’ve been procrastinating that shit for nearly a week/week and a half now. I need to get myself together.

Moving away is always nice. It’s a way to start fresh and get that extra push you need in your life. But, what about everything else you’re leaving behind? I know I will always have my family behind me 110%, in which they support every decision that I make. But I’m terrified of the things that aren’t so permanent in life. I’m leaving behind great parts of me, but I’m not sure if I’m ready for that. I’m not even sure if I’m even ready to put my all to alter parts of this new lifestyle to make sure those possibly temporary things will remain in my life. I wanted it to be easier in a sense that these ‘possibly’ temporary things will become a more permanent thing in life, but now it just keeps getting harder. But I guess in all, if I want it to stay in my life, I’ll find a way to make it stay.