I'm sitting in my bed, staring at the collection of boxes and suitcases on my floor wondering where the hell summer's gone. I move back up to Auburn... tomorrow. I feel like I've been ignoring this blog, but at the same time, I'm a little happy about that, it means I've been too happy, too busy to record it. I've been on lazy rivers, up until four in the morning talking about deep things (beyond rush, beyond social drama, beyond music), surprised myself and everyone else by being happy for people I didn't think I'd be happy for, seen people that matter the world to me that i may never see again, and packed up my whole life, and got ready to live with a girl I've only had lunch with. Terrifying? Extremely. Exhilarating? You have no idea. The next chapter of my life starts tomorrow, and God, I'm diving in, eyes closed, feet off the ground. The place I'm in is the happiest I could ever feel; but I'm not looking toward the future, I'm not counting on any days being better than this, so every day is the best day of my life.
Is my bliss and peace boring to read and hear? I'm sure, but that doesn't mean I'm any less beyond thrilled with every single bit of my life, the people I know, and who I am.