Home Now

I recently moved into a new apartment with my boyfriend, Wes. Now, I don't know about anyone else out there, but I grew up in a Christian household with loving, beautiful parents. They are the type of parents who are young(er) and very cool. And although they are fun to hang out with, they aren't the 'friend' type either. They were always very protective and somewhat strict. So, needless to say, it was heartbreaking for them when I told them I was moving out with him. Which in turn was heartbreaking for me.

But I know that this was the right decision; it has been barely a week and I am so happy here. And I know that he is too.

I still get anxious about my family though. I know that they will always love me no matter what, but knowing how difficult this was for them makes it very difficult for me. I often get so guilty about it that I want to cry and run back home. But I know in my heart that that isn't really what I want. It would only be to please them, and I would soon be gone again.

This is my very first blog ever, and I hope to use it as a diary and maybe get some self-realization out of it.