These past two months. Whoa. Seriously.
Life is such a ride. Sometimes I bounce back slowly. Sometimes I feel like I can fly.
Transitioning to the new and unknown is mostly second nature to me at this point.
Today I woke up with this uncontrollable anxiousness to move on to the next chapter.
And I will.
I find that I rarely have patience these days. But it’s because all I feel is passion and drive. Ambition. Knowingness towards the dream.
I know exactly what I want. Is there anything more wonderful than to know where you are headed? What you want to accomplish, who you want to be around when you finally get there?
I have this burning desire to pack up all my things now. I can barely hold in all the excitement.
How will all this work? I do not know.
My only goal is to survive in this crazy city for seven more months so that I can move on to bigger, better, brighter things.
I am so ready.