Time flys when you are having fun

So I just moved again for my second time when I was out here. And I got to tell you, it was fantastic. My latest roomate (who admittedly I didn't screen enough) was a 40 year old meth addict who aside from being clean is the worst person I've ever met. Living with her was a certain kind of hell, and I couldn't be more thrilled to be gone. It was so bad that I didn't want to go home for the last 3 months. And when I did I would hide in my room while she would yell terrible things through the walls. I'm not sure what I learned in all that but I did learn that I have a tremendous amount of patience and I believe that any penance I needed to pay for in my life has hopefully been paid.

But I've moved on, out of Purgatory and into a huge new place that I'm eager to show off. Hardwood floors huge bedroom, great place. I'm also looking at buying places although that brings in the question of whether or not I want to stay in San Diego or not. San Diego, like most cities in the country, holds nothing for me. Sure I have friends here who are great but I've got friends in lots of places. It may be time to spread my wings again, go somewhere else. All I know is moving out of my old place and getting rid of that roomate feels like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. It's fantastic and I can't wait to get my life rolling in the right direction again. Not that I was far astray, but it was pretty miserable there for a hot minute.