Home again...

Life isn't so much a box of chocolates... it isn't always sweet.
Yes, this is exactly the opposite of the title of my blog, but in order to find happiness, you have to weed out the pessimist within yourself.
He turned out to not be who I expected, or at least not under stress. I pulled the "friends" move, and now I miss him. I'm not really sure if this is how it's supposed to feel, but it does.
I miss Murray in general, and my Murray family. It's not even been a full 7 days yet. I think I talk about school too much when I'm home.
Then there is this other guy. He's kind of perfect seeming too. I'm beginning to realize that first impressions are not the best things to judge. He makes me smile for sure. I'm just going to play life as it comes.
Kathryn is the best friend anyone could ever ask for and I learn so much about myself through talking with her. We've been friends for 10 years now, and I wouldn't take one back. She is always there for me, and I'm always there for her. It's so nice to know that she's there.
I am trying to breathe deep. I'm trying to figure out what to do with my time at home.
I can't wait for everyone to get home Friday.
It's pretty late for me, but I'm still not tired. My brain is moving too fast to relax. I'm going to close my eyes and try to think of days when I was younger and so pure. I want to dream of my grandparents apartment. I can almost remember the smell and I can vividly remember the sounds. Time for sleep.