My first official night in my apartment, wow. In Denver, not to brag or anything. I am looking out side of a window on the 28th floor over looking all of down town. It is breath taking, yet scary. I am on my own other than my room mate, who I like very much. She is super quirky and bubbly yet shy and mysterious. Cameron seems to be really proud of me, which is a great feeling. I am also really proud of myself, that I did this. Of course with the blessing from god and others along the way. I feel like I am in a dream, one I used to have when I was little of a girl living in a city apartment, on her own independent. I am that girl, both of them, the little one who misses her mom so much and her hugs and kisses on the forehead goodnight. The little girl who wants to have everything done for her, like unpacking all of her boxes. The little girl who wants to have no responsibilities. I am also that big girl, who is living with no parents, and likes it. The girl who can take care of herself, and made it to the 28th floor with a breath taking view. That girl who has seen one crazy dream come true, and is going to make dang sure that all of her other ones come true as well. I am so blessed, amazed, excited, nervous, and so in love with what is to come in the next 4 months. I expect to grow in ways I have never imagined, I know God has an excellent purpose for my life and I am so glade that I went out of my comfort zone to try and find it.
