Life on my terms. Almost.

Sitting in my high bed in my new place in Pleasanton, with my new roommate asleep next to me, warmly fed, still full of laughter, I feel weirdly at a loss for words. What can I write about? My life seems so ordinary and yet not. Everything is so new, but nothing is so exceptional that I write about it. My mood on an average is happier, though I feel restless. I am not used to sitting 8 hours in one place and that still needs getting used to. But apart from that, I am happy. I am so happy, that I am scared for the happiness. I had an awesome end to my quarter. I am doing something I love. My new roommate is a familiar friend from an old life and she just discovered my aunt and her dad are family friends apart from our parents going to college together and a lot more double degree separations or rather connections. I have the usual twinges of irritation that comes with having to adapt to a new place and a new lifestyle and I miss LA, but life on an average is above average. A lot. So lot that I cant even think of something to write about except that I am happy. Just happy. This minute of my life to just appreciate the fact of my happiness. Things still go wrong, things still mess up every once in a life, but they dont shake my universe and skew my day the way they used to. I have a conviction and a confidence I have lacked for the last couple of months. And a day that does not spill onto tomorrow. A google task list that is close to empty. Aahhh, after months of holding myself in knots, I can relax and let go. So life becomes Laiiiifffeee! And every word becomes a conversation. And smiles last longer. I even think i have the people in my life figured out for now- the good friends, the friends, the people who interest me but I dont like, the people I like but bore me and the people who are not worth my time. The boundaries seem to be sharper than they ever were for me, but right now, I dont care. I have become self sufficient with my little support system of friends, that I know I dont really care about the others who drift in and out of my life. And so in this little valley by the bay, I live out my bubble, pushing it to see how far it would go. It hasnt broken yet.