Sunday check-in

 I went glamping and it was fun. I didn't realize how much my cabin cost until someone asked. Oh well. I just figure if a stranger can cost me more money, why not enjoy this money. 

As for mood, I feel mostly good all the time. I have a permanent happy sign on my face. I love living in Newtown in my puppy apartment and all.

I'm socializing but not making deep connections, and that's actually okay.

I am #sololiving and it just takes the pressure off so much. Interactions with The Others just go unnoticed. I'm no longer as aware of my race. I just exist and I'm just living.

I feel like a college student except for regular life. It's fun.

I'm social. I'm active. I'm alive.

I'm spending tons of money.

I've absorbed my new car expenses.

Every now and then I crave intimacy and then it subsides.

I made a fast friend, and that's awesome.

I have 3 regular activities that I'm a part of. Um, friends...do I have a hobby?

I look at my life and think...wow is this it for the next 30 years...and it doesn't make me want to cry. I don't necessarily want to live forever, but doing this for the next 30 years doesn't make me weep. 

I have lots of things I want to try again. And that's a good feeling. 

Like Europe. I opted out of it for this year, but next year, I might want to try an extended fall.

Again spending money. I decided to spend my leftover TBD money. And go on a silly vacation for December. 

That's all for now.