Moving Out

I never realized how stressful a poor living situation really can be. Especially when my whole life I have had a really good living situation. But it is extremely uncomfortable to be a place where you are walking on eggshells all the time. I finally realized today as I was drawing my greatest struggle that this apartment is my greatest struggle. And maybe it is my fault. Maybe I don't live well with other people. Or maybe its just the nature of the business. Maybe people in general just have a hard time living together. But I feel like this situation is just really bad.

On a happier note, I've had some really good talks with some really great people in the last few days. And it makes me feel refreshed spiritually- and helps me to see that its okay...this is the important stuff, as opposed to worrying about my horrible awful humanities test on Monday which I totally don't want to take and I'm just going to have to suck it up and do it. If I get a D in that class I will be happy. I mean I don't get D's but still...and I really could use like a B...or an A but that seems a little impossible. Anyways, in the end it all doesn't really matter. 3.4 is not so bad. And in the end One Tree Hill nights, midnight cupcakes, coffee talks, late night talks, praying together- all that is way more important.

Besides, I'm just going to be a missionary, I don't need a degree for what I want to do :)