I finally moved out of the house I've called home for the past 12 years of my life. 

For some reason, I feel like this is going to be the start of something great. I have spent so many years in that house just being depressed and alone. But I'm finally out and in my own living space. I feel like I'm finally free, though I do really miss my dog. 

I have a lot of roommates. We all have our own rooms, except me and one other girl. I guess I just have shitty luck. I've come to learn that almost everything that happens in my life has some kind of downside to it. But that's okay. I can get through it. I've experienced FAR worse. 

I'm a little disappointed I can't put up my cool tie dye curtains and a lot of my other little decorations....but I feel like in no time at all this will begin to feel more like home and less like a hotel room.

Maybe since I'll have roommates I'll finally have friends. That's not something I've ever really had before.