Epic Bail

This could be my last post from this house. It won't be, because when I'm on holiday, I'll blog from here. But it's a much more interesting start to the blog.

I had my farewell on Saturday night. Drank too much, fell flat on my face in front of everyone, and then spent the next ten minutes cracking up about it. Now I have big bruises on my knees. It is possibly the funniest thing that's ever happened in my entire life. I bailed, epically.

Guess who didn't come? Isaiah. A friend I was talking to about it made me realise that I wasn't anyone special to him. I was just another notch on his belt. I'd always felt that maybe I was different to the other girls he'd cheated on his girlfriend with, and it took a drunken deep & meaningful for me to realise that I was nothing. As strange as it sounds, I was glad to finally admit it. I also admitted to my friend that I felt like an idiot, and he kindly told me that I wasn't an idiot, I was just stupid.

I had a fantastic night, and I'm looking forward to the new opportunities that are going to be presented to me in a new city.  Stay tuned for more exciting (hopefully) adventures!