"We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to."

It is another beautiful day, although I say that every day because it never rains here. But today feels different; it feels new. After another long, sleepless night, I managed to get out of bed with a refreshing attitude that from today on things will change. Things will be different. Things will be new.

I'm not sure what that is supposed to mean in the long run, considering everything has changed since I drove down here two months ago. I am still here, while my relatives are currently heading to Pennsylvania for the next two weeks for vacation. And yes that is weird.

I still have my future to consider when I'm not going to be here anymore, which will hopefully be very very soon. I'm trying to take it one day at a time, trying to stay optimistic, because I know it will all work itself out... I mean I've made it this far right? Why give up now?

Some of my friends have recently presented some viable options for me, so I at least have a focal point as far as the job hunt goes. But the job will determine the decision of where I'll move to, and possibly who I will live with. It's good to know that all is not hopeless and lost; it brings me back to the same "light at the end of the tunnel" cliche... I can see the light emerging, but I just don't know where it will lead me once I make it through the darkness.