I have a habit of dwelling, but things have been going really well for me lately, though not too much is that different.

I’ve been thinking of all of the good things in my life. I have a person whom I love an indescribable amount (i.e., I won’t bore you by describing it.) I have a job I love and that truly makes me happy. I’m moving to a darling apartment with a good friend. It’s in a busy part of Prospect Heights, and I’m bringing my rent from $750 to $425. And I’ve been spending my time with my friends here, going to weird Brooklyn things.

Though this isn’t exactly where I want to be, I feel like I’ve made it work and have carved out enough happiness for myself until I have the money to go where I’d really like to.