It's been far too long since I posted on here. This term is going great. Not working was the best decision as far as my schooling goes. I have been able to apply myself and actually enjoy it rather than dread it.
But tonight I lay here awake with my mind racing. My past has done a good job of catching up with me tonight. It's haunting me with a fear that I wasn't even fully aware that I had. We all have a story to tell, but you guys don't need to hear mine. All you need to know is that my past made me who I am and for that I am extremely proud. It has molded me and motivated me.
And now here I am in Albany working on my higher education, really truly finding myself...finally. What I don't understand is how I have all these wonderful things going for me and all these amazing supporters and I am truly happy...but at the same time so sad. Don't get me wrong, I'm by no means depressed or anything, but I have never felt so alone. I guess I expected more of the fun, social college experience when I moved down here...when in reality I spend almost all my time alone. It's on nights like these though, that I let my past remind me what I'm working for and then I push it out of my mind because the past is the past for a reason, I don't live there anymore.
On a more positive note, I'm heading home Friday for a much needed three day weekend and it's also my pops 70th birthday! Woohoo! :)