Friendly what?

So in the past three weeks, I've moved to a big city, I'm living in a dorm, I've been taking classes, I've been job hunting, and I've been living on my own for the first time.

No one told me how horrifying this experience will be. I mean, I was scared, but I wasn't really scared.

I think I hit a rut with my life. I think that I found a place where I was comfortable, where things were comfortable, and where I was safe. Which was fine, I mean, I got along great and I was having fun. But it was all comfortable. I can't remember the last time I felt real fear, ecstatic excitement, pure joy, or great sadness. Sure, I felt happy, sad, scared, excited. But not in a great way.

And then I moved. I lost everything I knew. I was in a huge city where the population of my dorm is larger than the population of my high school. Just the kids I'm living with! It's enormous! I'm meeting new people and making new friends. And, most importantly, I'm feeling again.

I feel a lot of fear every day, don't get me wrong. Trying to afford college, making sure I buy food, I was even scared for a test today. But I feel a lot of joy and excitement, too. I just watched the newest Vlogbrothers video and grinned like an idiot the whole way through and felt SO STOKED. I watched Glee last night with a bunch of people and we cried together. I auditioned for a play and got a (very minor) role!!