I Sing I Swim

So today I started my advancement into my new house. Loading, unloading. Its such an arduous task, it is the equivalent of listening to Kesha murder music. Sorry. And if you like her, well.. i'm even more sorry. Anyways! My new house looks something out of a magazine. Well, the front and back do. Like that perfect childhood home. Big lawn, but not too big. White picket fence, big tree that over extends over the lawn with its one huge branch thats just perfect for putting a tire swing on. Yes, my house really does have all of that. The back yard has a hot tub, a pool, and a tiki-hut. All in a row. A good amount of grass space and about 25 ft. back is a canal that runs about 50 miles long (Or so i've been told). It really is something to see. Florida in itself is quite the beautiful place if you know where and how to look. (Expect pictures soon!)

School starts soon, and I hope I can find a new job to afford all my new expected living expenses. Like, parties, a car, NEW clothes, gas for earlier stated car, and low and behold, everything in between. I'm partly excited because, well, it's the future! It's all thats left of my life. I'm excited to push forward into something new but at the same time I hope I don't fall in a rut. Get stuck at some 9 to 5 wishing I would have done something more with my life. I hear that once you accept that rut, even for a moment, your 40 the next day and you don't really know how you got there. I don't want that to be me.

Did I mention the neighborhood I live in looks so cozy and neighborly? My brother said he expects someone to come over and introduce themselves with a plate of cookies and/or brownies. If they don't he's going to be "fucking pissed!" I hope he's right. I'd love some genuine niceness for once.