Growing up occurs in stages. Throughout my life, I have tried to constantly change my perspective on the world and everything and everyone I encountered in it. For the past year though I feel like I didn’t really do a good job of moving away from my comfort zone. Why is this all coming out now? The most simple explaination is that I have moved into my very own grown up apartment. It is off-campus, which means that my roommates and I have had to make our own arrangements for our living. It means I live in a house with about 7 other people. It means I am not near campus and therefore feel as if I could be living anywhere. I love it, but I have to admit it’s scary. I feel extremely independent and…yes, grown up. I’m starting to realize that time for myself is lovely, not lonely. I am running every day, reading, and look at me now..I’m writing! I’ve also had the time to realize that I am ready. Last semester, I was too busy to be with anyone. I barely had the time for myself. But now…I’m not looking, but I’m ready. I feel like screaming I’m here! Pick me! I know that I wasn’t all there before, but here I am! Let me prove myself I like thunderstorms, but I’m afraid of the dark. I hate bugs, but I won’t kill them. I smile when I cry and I laugh at myself. I love school and I really can’t stay up late, even if I try. I’m not looking for anything but what I can get and I promise to be more appreciative then I have ever been before.Sigh. Someday…