My boy has become such a real cat. And a fat one at that. 

My sister warned me that coming to visit her new house and neighborhood would make me wanna leave the city and settle down and start a family.

Today I ran around with Willa in the back yard, talked to suups nice neighbor and his beautiful pit, stared at a cute baby, smiled at kids riding bikes down the street, walked through a nature woods path and saw deer.

Yeah. Shit. I wish I could have this kind of life already. It’s gonna be hard to go back to Chicago.

It’s amazing how much over my 22 years of life I’ve grown and matured. I suppose that’s what’s supposed to happen, but I’ve finally really noticed lately. Life threw me a lot of curve balls last year and I cracked under all the pressure. I gave in and gave up.

This year so far I’ve had my heart broken even deeper and dealt with confusing added stresses on my first week back at school. But instead of giving in, I’ve held my head up high and figured it out. I deleted all your texts, thrown away your gifts, hidden or claimed your left over belongings and found closure. I evaluated my school situation rationally and pushed through. And I cried zero times.

I told myself to not let things bother me this year like they have in the past and I’m not. I’m focused on my well being and my future and enjoying every day as best as I can. And even though I don’t have it all figured out, that lack of security doesn’t terrify me anymore. I’m thrilled by the options available. I’m excited for the journey. And I’m ready for it all.