I don't have a job yet....

so I figured I'd start a blog.
Now that I've finished my freshman year of college, I keep expecting myself to have wise bits of advice for my favorite graduating seniors but I don't have much to say. I didn't have any great revelations about life. I had a fantastic freshman year, full of new friends, love, exploring a new city, and even heartbreak. I suppose I did learn a lot about other people and lessons about humanity are always fun. In actuality, they're kind of depressing because humanity tends to be a bit of a let down. Even some of the most famous humanists gave up on people before they died. But I know they're up in heaven looking down at us, smiling. (That's for all the K.V. fans)

I guess my freshman year was like a lifetime in itself. And maybe that's how it's supposed to be. I moved into a new house, made new friends, fell in love, went to places I've never been, did things for the first time, got my heart broken, and came home. It went full circle, just like a good novel. The fact that it went full circle is what makes it feel so satisfying. At least that's what I'm accrediting it to. Because I didn't do anything really successful. I didn't make or meet any spectacular goals. Mainly because I hate the idea of a goal... it's like a dream that you had to make into something to achieve instead of something to simply enjoy. I suppose if anything, I made it through without completely losing it. And I got to watch my friends back home make the most of an awful situation and may I say, you all did beautifully. You grew up too quickly that month, but you loved each other more at the end. And that's what makes it so beautiful.

I think I'm going to stop writing. I feel as though my rambling might never end... mainly because as much as my transitions suck, they seem to never stop.

I love you all (I say all as though so many people will read my first ever blog) and wish you the best. I'll be back, probably tomorrow.