Here we go...

Well, I am officially moved to The Boyfriend's house, as of yesterday. The day before and the entire night, I just kept thinking "What am I doing?"... This is the farthest I've ever been from home, and it's kind of scary. I was nervous, and a little bit sad. However, yesterday morning, all those thoughts were gone, I packed up my stuff and left with nothing but excitement and impatience to be here. It's weird... I feel like I am leaving in a couple of days. It's going to take me a while to start feeling at home, I guess.

My first day here was fun. I had a lot of vodka, and went out to some country style bar packed with old people. I believe I drank my weight in liquor.

I have a job interview on Thursday, and I'm pretty excited about it. If I can land that job, I will be making good money and can afford to pay for my stupid car as well as rent, with money left over to have fun. Wish me luck!

I will update after the interview and let ya'll know how it went down.