jimyb

It has been officially 1 month of living on my own in my new place. So short, so fast the time zipped by like race cars.

I'm itching to get out again. My work shuffles my days off, its tough to call friends and plan ahead.

I want to meet someone new. I feel I am ready because I'm not in a desperate mood. Its more of just having someone to talk to, hang out with, rather than a way to not be lonely.


I'm going home for a night. Seeing my folks, picking up a few last things. Looking forward to next week when my sister comes home for the weekend. Get to show her off to my friends, have her see my place, embarrass me in front of my friends, drink and laugh and have fun.


So tired lately. Depression and winter, not the best combination, but I've been fighting. Haven't let it drag me down. Just glad I have 2 days off.