2 Years 2 Late?

It's been a very long time since I've used blogger, and that's my fault. Becoming acquainted with new blogging sites and other alternatives to social media, I slowly progressed away. But enough of that, I'm back and this time I'm not leaving. Recently, I was face to face with a life changing decision. Potentially, I was not going to be able to finish my education this year. In respect to that, there were roadblocks (called loans) on my road to collegiate success that were making it difficult to actually do much of anything. Between multiple prayers and phone calls to the Bursar office like clock-work, things began to luck up. From this experience, my grind has enhanced and all the little things that I used to pay attention to, don't even matter anymore. How I became so lost in an instant, I will never know. But how I recovered? I'll never forget. Writing is the only thing I know how to do, and how to do well. Realizing that I potentially wouldn't be able to do that anymore, ignited a feeling in me I haven't felt since my senior year of high school. That feeling is commonly known as ambition. And I pray to God, I never lose that feeling again. That's the same feeling that raised and nurtured my writing when no one and nothing else could. That feeling is the same feeling that made me promise myself to never sell short, let alone sell out. That feeling is the same feeling that created an infinite appetite for all things written and never told.

VACCANCY.COM--BLOG SCHOLARSHIP

Recently, I've moved from Baltimore to York on a voyage most young adults set sail on in their late teens. Yes, I'm talking about the college experience. I've heard stories about college, but nothing amounted to what I've been going through for the past month. My campus is a commuter campus and therefore means there aren't any dorms available. I unfortunately failed my license test and therefore do not own a car. So now I was faced with two problems; where was I going to live and how was I going to get to and from school? Searching for an apartment was not an easy task, being bombarded with too much information to grasp I began to panic. I was recommended to search on http://www.vacancy.com to look for a suitable apartment. Once I visited the website all my questions had been answered, an affordable apartment with accessories and was in walking distance of my campus! Can you say IDEAL?! So excited and full of anxiousness to live in this nice cozy apartment that I can call my own. A sense of independence, freedom, and maturity was instantly obtained when my family and I went to visit the apartment. I had the ability to be alone and socialize whenever I wanted to. The appliances were immaculate, I just can't wait to move out of my family members home and into one I can call my own!

Strand by Strand

"One mans hell is another mans heaven . ."

I'm so emotional and stressed, and its as if nobody can relate to the way I'm feeling. In the next 14 days I'll be shipping out on a new life away from everything I once knew before. The bickering and arguing is exhausting, especially when it's over the smallest shit. With each new argument I creep more and more out the doorway, with each cherishable moment and I find myself walking back into the house. I wake up with new feelings every morning, and a old emotions every night. Constantly battling my feelings with my actions, I act angry when I'm feeling nervous and cry hysterically when I'm excited. This is such an extremely new adjustment I'm going through.. and I'm jst trying to get the best fit.