I didn’t choose to move. I chose to take adventures. It’s weird how friendships that aren’t real can end when something you didn’t do comes off as your fault. Isn’t that funny! I’ve realized that when you’re happy, friendships that aren’t really, well, real or true, they just crumble. There is always a person who needs the attention and hates you when you get it, or when she matters more and won’t listen. I’ve found a couple of those people, and if you read my other posts, you’ll notice that Darcy, Rachel, and Margo are some those people.

Stay happy and be bold, be you and take adventures and risks.