A time for first

This past week marked my one year in Texas. I've been thinking about everything that's happened since that first night Allison and I drove in at 2 AM to Leslie and Ryan's apartment complex. I feel like I don't even know that girl sometimes when I realize how many "firsts" have happened here. First time truly, truly living away from home (that was probably overdue), first time getting a real job and starting a career. First time making some real money. First time sticking to a regular workout (thanks a million, jillian). First time having a boyfriend that I truly trust and love. First time buying a car on my own. . I guess all these "firsts" have prepared me for what's around the corner. This Friday I sign a 13 month contract to live at SteepleChase Apartments. While I've debated with myself hundreds of times back and forth if this is really the right thing to do, I've come to the conclusion that at this point, I couldn't -and wouldn't- have it any other way. 

My friend Meg and I were talking the other day and I was telling her that I really do believe in The Secret. I used to daydream as a little girl how fun it would be to grow up, get a job, and live in my own apartment. Is this weird? I've realized I have always wanted to do this. People have been pointing out the downfalls- loneliness....unsafe.....impractical..... but when it all comes down to it, it's what's best for me, and  I couldn't be more excited! So here's to starting a second year of living in this wonderful land, and living it up on my own!