At the end of the day....

My life is pretty sweet.

Yeah it may not be my previous "standard" of acceptability, but I'm finding faith in the little things.

Like friends, who, even though they're going through some shit themselves, find the time to make me perfect grilled cheese sandwiches on my birthday and stay up with me, eating Coldstone cake and skyping people in florida who stayed up waaay  past their bedtime for a few laughs.

I don't have many friends like that.

And, quite honestly, this one came at a surprise. Who knew that someone who lived and thrived in this small town could have such a big heart?

Who knew that someone as materialistic as I am could be fnding love and hope and stability with a nearly maxed out credit card and an overdrawn bank account (PS Wachovia, you kind of suck)? Who knew that with absolutely everything falling apart for me right now, that I would find solace simply lying in my love's arms and know that things will eventually work out. No matter how long we have to live on nothing but dreams. No matter how many nights we spend worrying about money or roommates.

Today I start hoping that school will work out, that financial aid will give me a leg up... But even if it doesn't, my priorities are already elsewhere. I have a life to l ive. And I have things to say and write. I have a love to hold and an obligation to myself to make myself happy.

So, I know I'm kind of late, but 2010... You are my year to be happy. You are my year to be safe. You are my year of exploration. And you are my year to finally, finally go after what I want.

As soon as I figure that out.