It happened again. I had a moment where I thought, "Oh my God, I'm in California."
If I've learned anything in the last few months it's that you can't plan everything. You just have to let go and learn to do only what you can. Some things will be simple while other things will feel like you're climbing up a mountain. There will be days that are hard and then there will be days that you never want to end.
I've had a lot of hard days. I moved here only knowing one person in this entire city. I had to take care of an entire house myself. I had to do things I had never done before. I had to learn how to use power tools and mow my enormous lawn. I was the only person to take out the trash and separate the recycling. I learned to cook more than just breakfast foods and pasta. I started to hone my baking skills.
The hard days are starting to get fewer and farther between. Do I miss my mom and friends? Of course. Some nights when I'm home alone, I could cry if I think about it too much but then I decide that I moved out here for a reason. I wanted a better life for myself. I've started to make some friends and I've started getting invited to a few things. It feels good. I've started to put myself out there and I've learned when you do that, that's when you finally started to make friends and see things in a new light.