This Thing Called Real Life

"Welcome to MeadowCreek Apartments. Your new address is ***** SW North Dakota. *****, Oregon 97223 Apt 8**. Your move in date is Monday, September 12th. Please come to the front office to collect your key and pay the move in fee on your moving day."

Holyshitmonkies guys.
This is really it. Its in my hand. 100 dollars has already gone to the place to hold the apartment for me. My brother is going to co-sign until Krissie gets here in October.
I, JeniOctavia, am actually, finally renting my own place for the first time ever.

And fuckadoodle am I nervous. There's all this shit I have to do, places I have to call, things to pack. I have to find some one willing to help me move and drive a UHaul. I have to RENT the UHaul. GAHHHH.

*breathes* Okay. I'm not going to panick. I guess I've lucked out on alot of fronts. I'm not paying as much as the normal move in rate, most of my stuff is already packed because I never completely unpacked when I first got here anyway, and its just up the street so its not like when I moved from Canby to Beaverton, which was a half an hour drive when traffic was good.

I'm just coming to the realization that this is. This is the culmination of everything. Being forced to be on my own before I was ready, failing miserably at it, going to JobCorps, graduating JobCorps.
This is it. This is what will define me for the rest of my life. If I can succeed at this I can be anything, DO anything.

If I fail, though...

Cripes, must not think about that. o.c