Back in the city.

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As much as I enjoyed my first semester of college, it wasn't as glamorous and adventurous as I might have made it out to be. As a matter of fact, I had minor emotional turmoils as I did in high school, except my gradually expanding wisdom helped me cope with some issues far better than I ever could as a high schooler. As the days got darker, my sanity began to spiral downward. Finals week was nearly my breaking point; I was basically hanging on by a thread.

But I managed. I dealt with the stress, the frustration, the cold. It was (and is) life, and that was all. It's all part of the beauty of living.

In 2010, I left school in a state that one may call a "hot mess." I overworked and under-slept, my ratty, unkempt hair was poorly hidden by beanies and berets, my eyeliner was purposely smudged in hopes that people didn't realize I just couldn't be arsed to actually do my makeup properly. All I wanted to do was...nothing.

And so for the last month, I had been doing nothing. Sitting at home, watching movies, baking sweets. I only left my house to go to work, and I only went out with my friends three times. My days were mostly spent lounging in pajamas, so bringing my wardrobe back home was of little use. For what it was worth, winter break was absolutely lovely.

That being said, I am immensely happy to be back in the city. It is time to come back to reality and start things fresh. It may be rather gritty and grimy, but this place is practically my home. I have a pretty decent outlook on this year, now I just have to act upon it.