New addresses.

Ah, I didn't realize how a website address change could feel so freeing. Finally, room to breathe.

It's the end of the quarter, and I am currently in the process of moving out of my parents' house. Since moving back from Seattle, it's been quite a little rollercoaster ride living at home. My parents are wonderful, probably more wonderful than yours. Yet, I feel that there is a crucial part of life which allows those little birds with unused wings to take the plunge out of the nest and learn to live, think, and find food on their own. And it is that part of my life that I am not going through right now purely because I live at home, under the protection and food supply of my parents. I know that it would be a lot easier to stay home, but I feel that I am being enabled to not get a job and stay a little girl, where my thoughts and feelings about life are all based on my parents' opinions. There are many other factors that play into this and many other things I could say, but I am now going to refrain from writing more concerning this scary, yet wonderful, subject because I am in a Portland State computer lab and feel the eyes of those behind me piercing the back of my head and lasering onto the computer screen in which I write this, and it makes me juuuuuust a little uncomfortable. Get out of my business, you freakos. No, just kidding. I'm sure you're not freakos. I would do the same thing if someone in front of me was blogging. I would stick my big nose right into their lives, if for just a few minutes. So go ahead, my fellow Portland State computer lab folk. Go right ahead.

Bonjur.