Moving Day!

Nearly three years ago I graduated college and moved to the middle of nowhere. I accepted a job on an Indian Reservation because it sounded like an adventure. Several of my best friends and I had just ended our friendship due to stupid feuding and I felt like it was the end of the world. I felt lost, unsure of what to do with the rest of my life, and hopeful that I would figure out what to do with myself. I also couldn't run for even a minute without stopping, weighed 220 pounds, and was unhappier than I realized.

I took this photo on the day that I moved into my house, and I was so excited to finally be living in a house rather than a college apartment. Sure, the house was ghetto fabulous, but it was my own space with a yard and a lovely mountain view.



Now, years later, I'm healthier and happier than I've been in a long time. I don't have a job, and I don't have a place to live (other than a trailer in my parent's driveway, hells yeah) but I'm hopeful that I'll figure out what to do with myself. I've learned to appreciate the friends I do have, and am happy for the time I spent here even though it ended under such unfortunate circumstances. Really, not much has changed, but depending on how you look at it, nearly everything has. Here's to future endeavors, and joy at being alive! I'm sad to be leaving, but it is what it is.