I moved here for a reason
I keep trying to tell myself that. I’m here for a bigger purpose than what I left back home. It’s been so hard doing so many things for the first time so far away from home. Experiencing the good and the bad of life, love and friendship. I feel so overwhelmed not having my comfort zone of friends back home to fall on. I keep holding on to anything here that feels remotely emotionally familiar. I feel like I’ve learned to just let go for better and for the worse in this town. The worst is having to let go of happiness because of situations you cannot control. I don’t think that I’ve ever felt emotion so raw before I came here. I’ve never given up and I don’t plan to. I just have to keep reminding myself to start living life. I’ve got one shot at this and my biggest fear is that I’ll look back and see that I didn’t make the best out of an amazing opportunity.