Next week is Valentines day, and my birthday. I will be 23 years old, currently living at home and hunting for a job. Not exactly where I wanted to be, but I couldn't be happier.
night I went out to an Irish pub/bar in Arlington with my sister and
some friends. An evening that started with a Guinness, ended with
Jameson shots bought by a tall blonde woman. This was after someone else
purchased me a second, and very not needed, long island. As annoying as
this hangover was the next day, I realized just how happy I am here in
Arlington. My life has been turned upside down. I left Atlanta, got in
an accident, totaled Vinny and I job hunt constantly. Yes, I miss my
Atlanta friends a lot however, I'm home. I'm with my family and my dog.
I'm with my BF and some new-old friends. I may not know what I'll be
doing in a few months but I do know where I want to be in a few years. I
know who I want to be with and I know what makes me happy. I think that
knowledge is worth a headache.
What is funny about it
though is that a little over a year ago I had Jameson shots bought for
me. Bought by people no longer in my life. I was not even close to as
happy with where I was or where I was going. I worried all the time and I
didn't think very highly of myself. I would never have known then where
I would be today.
I guess if I had known, I would have hurried a little.
As my mother always says, everything happens for a reason.