Taylor Grace

I used to be really into blogging and writing out my feelings. Whether it would be to praise the people I love most, talk about my dreams, vent, or whatever- I just used to love writing about it. And now that I’m approaching one of the biggest changes in my life, I don’t seem to have a lot to say. I haven’t let myself get excited about moving yet. I don’t know why- it’s happening. It just doesn’t feel real to me yet, and I doubt it will until I’m on the plane with my twin-xl bedding packed with me (I’ve been looking at too much shit for my dorm already). Maybe part of the reason is because I’ve been talking about doing this for so long. I’ve wanted this since I was in 10th grade for whatever reason. Everything is finally becoming a reality, and four months from now I will be 21 years old and almost all packed and ready to move clear across the country. 

Yesterday, I finally came home to a piece of mail I was interested in. Being accepted to a college that I’ve been interested in for years and was once rejected from is a great feeling. I always imagined freaking out and crying as if I were Charlie Bucket getting a golden ticket to California, instead of a chocolate factory. But I worked for this. No one made me fill out an application, and every ounce of motivation that I’ve put forward towards college has come from myself, and myself alone. Acceptance letters don’t just fall on your lap, although it would be nice. Especially if the letter from my first choice college would arrive soon! I don’t think anything will start to sink in until then. 

I truly do believe that happiness is only real when shared. I wish my family could share my enthusiasm a little bit more, but they’re making progress. Baby steps…