So I figured I haven't updated in a while. Been busy as all get out because we're finally moving out of the apartment complex my family and I have been living in for....Gods, if I can remember. Five, seven years, maybe?
New destination: A townhouse-for-rent with two floors (Ohmygoshstaircasejoy), three bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, attic, garden space and most importantly SPACE. Lots. I get my own room for the first time im years, and we get to paint everything and there's even the possibility of owning a dog which my evil-plotting little sister has made dozens upon dozens of Powerpoint presentations to swing our landlord in our favor for.
Inspiration has been flowing from my fingertips like the summer storms rolling around lately, and I am all the happier for it. People come and go, bringing stories of their own with them. All of my friends are either graduating, getting ready for the summer, or preparing for work, and it's funny in complex ways to feel yourself standing still in the middle of it all. Some days it's nice, calming even. Others days? Well, let's just say that I'm glad one of the gifts of a writer is trying to make a good story even out of the iffy times.
I can only remark on the events of my life as they go, and man, have they been...Big. One foot in front of the other, though. What a remarkable year this began as, and continues to be.
It'll make one hell of a story, that's for sure.