New.

New experiences are what seem so daunting to most people in life. New people, new friends, new places.. I'm experiencing similar. New people, new friends, new places. A city not a town. But I love every moment of this. I love the new people, the new friends and the new city. I've always been a city girl at heart though, hence the desire to move to somewhere daunting, somewhere new and somewhere big. The want for fun also burns through. Night's out with people I hardly know, winter walks with girls I've only just met yet feel like I've known forever and relaxing with people who are bound to become some of my closest friends in life- who I already care about so much. The sights, the laughs, the arguments, the banter (horribly overused word which i LOVE) and the tears. New people, new friends, new places. A city not a town. Night's out. Winter walks. Relaxing.


The hardest part is the people I left behind.

The Hardest part is this isn't me. This isn't something I should know how to handle- this isn't something I can handle. Not something I remember or crave. Not something I particularly want to remember or crave. I guess so far I was lucky. Lucky in love, lucky out of love, lucky that I knew when to draw the line. Not something I can stop?