Good Morn

GOOD MORNING! Its strange growing up. I'v officially left the coop. Well okay, I moved into my dads house, but I'm thousands of miles from the home I knew. My toes are chilly, My computer is now bookmarked with listings; cars for sale, and help wanted adds. I was awaken this morning by my dad's fluffy white polar bear. My dad's dog, sugar bear (rightfully named), she is an old pyrenees, and the biggest fluff ball I've ever seen. I'm sipping coffee from an enormous cup, and watching morning news (My fathers before-wrok-ruteen), its so much fun! Coffee, coffee, coffee. I don't know why I love it so much, but it seems to taste even better when your toes are numb and your fingers need coffee-mug-warming. 

Moving is odd, I feel almost as if I don't live anywhere at the moment. I guess it's like starting new, new job, new dad, new car, new friends, except all the weight you've gained comes with you. My butt has gotten much to0 large for my liking, but hopefully, I will start to exercise more just as I had promised myself, "as soon as I leave I'll stop eating cookies. Ah its okay next month I'll lose those ten pounds!" hah. right. Now its thanksgiving, the stuff your faces holiday, whats a girl to do? Well thats Life. Anyway...

What is being grown up supposed to feel like? Sometimes I forget that I'm getting older, I'm 18 and that seems much to old. Not to long ago I saw something that really opened my eyes. I haven't seen many of my friend from high school since graduation. The night before leaving state, I saw one of the girls I new well, and she was pregnant, very round, pregnant! I know it happens all the time, but It never happened to someone so close. I wanted to shout at her "what did you do? Its been like two days since I last saw you, how are you pregnant!" but I didn't. She was the kind of girl you can imagine might get pregnant young, she was from mexico and had a hard time fitting in, and didn't have much guidance. We were very close all through freshman and sophomore year, and then I just left her. I didn't leave her really, but somehow I leveled up from my lame status and became somewhat popular, and we didn't have any classes together. I should have been a better friend. I didn't judge her at all for being pregnant, I felt over whelmed by love for her, I wished I had been a better friend, encouraged her to have a full life before having a baby, I wish I could have taken her with me, I wished that I could at least be there to help her raise the baby, be there for them both. I can't imagine being a mother, I'm independent and mature, but I'm still just a child. But this experience reminded me that I am growing up. Life showed me what being a good friend could mean. You can change someones life if you don't give up on them. Hopefully life will show me a cheap car for sale, and a great job as well! Happy Holidays! :)