My how things have changed (yet again)

Things have changed... again. New job, new adventure. a gypsy? Am I never meant to settle in one place? I'm absolutely horrible at sitting still. Living with my parents again after 7 years of being on my own scared the shit out of me but I'm not going to lie, the homecooked meals every night (I'm so much more appreciative of my mom's cooking now that I'm older), free rent, and eating at all my favorite places (shout out to Mario's Pizza and Filling Station) have such a charm to them. Maybe it's because of the amount of traveling I've done, and how often I've been outside of my comfort zone over the last several years? But there's such a warm fuzzy feeling about being in such a familiar place. Obviously there are some aspects of being home that I'm not crazy about (i.e. People from the past I'd prefer to not see and having to drive my Oldsmobile that shakes when I drive over 70 mph), but it's been a lot easier than I assumed it would be. I followed my heart (per usual) back home.

My 25th birthday has come and gone, and to be honest I've found myself surprisingly at peace with my life and the place I'm at. I suppose it's come with my age and maturity and I think it can also be attributed to my extremely rational, mature, and level-headed boyfriend who keeps me grounded like no one else I've ever met. The last several years have been such a roller coaster for me, I have NOT been a fan of my early twenties, it's such an in-between, weird age to me. You're not quite an adult but you're attempting to transition into the real world. I've felt forced to grow up when I wasn't ready and I've felt this tremendous pressure for some reason to figure out my life plan- I've had problems worrying too much about the future. I've realized as of late that I've somewhat let all that unnecessary anxiety go and started to feel more at peace with living in the present.

Just a quick note.

I'm making myself promise myself to start blogging and writing more. I really need to keep up with this thing and exercise my writing skills regularly. But for now, I need to go to bed. Until next time xx

"Crossroads, seem to come and go. The gypsy flies from coast to coast, knowing many, loving none. Bearing sorrows, having fun. But back home, he always runs....' -Gregg Allman