venna

So here I am in Lilburn, GA. Where one must pump his own gas to survive. You know, it's absoultely horrific to come down here and realize I have no clue what to do as far as pumping gas is concerned. I asked one of the attendants for assistance and he looked at me like I had five heads---"But I'm from Jerrsey!!" So clueless. Despite the dark hair dye, I'll always be a blondie at heart.

However, I have completely adapted in these mere 20 hours to my surroundings and welcome all the pleasant changes with open arms and fresh outlook. Change and newness are finally abundant in my life and I am happy to say I left all of that dead, stale energy back home. The blinders have been removed from my eyes and I'm naked and unsure and loving it.

Ironically, however, this has little to do with my location change. I've worked hard to get where I mentally am now. An eating disordered brat to a fucking drug addled squatter to a capable woman who can function fully by herself. I finally have the capacity to give myself to others rather than to just take for my own gain. I don't know why exactly God put me here, but I know my purpose is big. I have many things I am so ardently passionate about, especially where animal rights and the environment are concerned, and my main mission now is to get my message across sans soapbox. I want to educate, be educated, challenge and be challenged. Now I just need to find the outlet to do it all.

I found a newspaper similar to the Villiage Voice with all local happenings and such. Finding people to go around with is a different story.....So to all you kind Southerners, find it in your heart to befriend a Yankee like me.