I moved in last weekend to my dorm, which I quickly decorated in order to disguise its plain, crumbling appearance. So now, I feel like I am at my new "home," which I catch myself labeling as home at random times. Classes still haven't started, but they begin tomorrow. I remember a week ago being eager, and now I'm just scared. This part of my life was definitely inevetable, as I see now. I can't wait to start the new chapter, no matter how foreign or difficult or fun it may turn out to be. So, here we go. Wish me luck!

My sister is getting married in less than a month.

I'm the maid of honor.

I don't recognize my friends from elementary school when they contact me on facebook.

I have a full time job.

I'm worried about saving money.

I'm concerned with getting enough sleep.

When the heck did I grow up? And why? lol.