So it's officially been a week (and 2 days as I write this) since I moved here and I have yet to reach a point where I haven't been exhausted. Between work, buying and moving stuff into my apartment, and not having a real bed to sleep on, figure it's only a matter of days before I have some sort of psychotic breakdown. But you know, yay for following your dreams and shit.
So how's life in the big city, you ask? It's FUCKING EXPENSIVE. Granted, I knew this would be the case before I came out here, but there's nothing like experiencing it first hand. It damn near makes me sick to my stomach to think about what I'm paying for the size apartment I have. I can't help but to keep looking back at place we had in Springfield, or the places I looked at in St. Louis. Maybe that's my problem, I keep looking at the past. But who could keep from doing it when the future seems so daunting?
I know I know, I should stop complaining. I mean I did it, right? I made it here. I left St. Louis, unlike everyone else who just like to talk about leaving. I'm following my dreams.....
Maybe this time next week, I'll be able to be excited about all of that.
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