Life is hard, but it gets better with time.

It is February. I feel the yuckiness of the transition back to Maine beginning to fall away and now I'm back to my life.
I really like the new place! I'm super antsy to get my furniture on Saturday so that I can sleep in my brand new bed. I've really missed having my own bed to sleep in. It's been like almost 4 months and I owe my back. It's mad at me.

My social life is starting to pick up too. I went to a Match.com event and made a couple friends out of it. It's quite funny and we all have a laugh about how none of us scored dates, but made some friends. We're goofy. But I'm looking forward to hanging out with Sarah, Jason and Katie more, they're great.

Holly and I don't really speak all that much these days. She's been in a bit of a slump and I think she's facing a bit of a crisis over her life. I think she's beginning to feel like she's not going to have what she wants out of life: A healthy relationship, children and friends and family that love her.
I really feel bad. I wish I could help her, but she's not reaching out and I think it's inappropriate for me to do any more than what I have.

I'm glad I'm not the only one that struggles with life, transition and reality. Life is hard sometimes.

But life is getting better for me. I'm eager for things to happen and I wonder what is around the corner for me? Patience is not a strong suit with me.