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hello everybody!! another three months without writing a blog, i hope my two or three loyal readers missed me.

a lot has changed since we last spoke. i turned 18, which really didn't feel as cool as people hyped it up to be. i finished season two of thirteen reasons why in 48 hours, which was worth it. i ran an event that raised 13,000 dollars for cancer research, which was empowering. i got my heart broken, which sucked. horribly. i went to my senior prom, which was the first time i felt sad about graduating high school. then i graduated high school, which still hasn't sunk in. and finally, i got my first tattoo, which directly relates to this post. as you can see, it's been a whirlwind of a three months full of some very high highs and some very low lows. luckily, i caught you guys just in time before the absolute biggest crisis of them all... moving.

to the kids who moved at any point throughout their childhood, i have an automatic level of respect for you. i'm a hidden homebody. i like to flex and pretend that i hate Wisconsin, that my city is so boring, and that my school is so horrible, but it's home. i couldn't imagine not living somewhere that has a Taco Bell that looks like it's from 1970. i couldn't imagine not having a huge man made hill be the only place of tourism. i couldn't imagine not waking up and hearing the sound of birds chirping or my next door neighbor's extremely loud lawn mower. i couldn't imagine not walking down my driveway to get to my car, or not walking down a staircase to get breakfast. but all of that is about to change in exactly fifteen days.

i'm the youngest, and my parents are hip and cool so they're making the move from our suburb to an apartment right smack in the middle of downtown Milwaukee. yes i may be acting a little dramatic, because that really is only a thirty minute drive, but change is scary. it terrifies me. it doesn't help that i had the best childhood i could have ever asked for. every single house on my street had a kid within three years of me. our block parties, nightly ghost in the graveyard and kick the can games, and our neighborhood snow forts are memories that i have held so close to my heart. of course once high school hit we all drifted, but that will never take away from the awesomeness that was: My Childhood. eighty fifth street holds all of my innocence. the place i was before all of the scary things like sadness and stress and work ever even touched me.

with that being said, we all have to let go at some point. life can really hit you all at once, and that has most definitely happened to me. but rather than sit around and mope about it, and cry about people that left me or how different everything is turning out, i must view this as an opportunity to reinvent myself. a total, legitimate fresh start. and it feels good. Kanye West tweeted my absolute favorite tweet of all time in April. "Be here now. Be in the moment. The now is the greatest moment of our lives and it just keeps getting better. The bad parts the boring parts the parts with high anxiety. Embrace every moment for its greatness. This is life. This is the greatest movie we will ever see." eighty fifth will forever be a part of me, but it is my past. the now, the packing and the moving and the goodbyes, that is life... and it is the greatest movie I will ever see.

mar