So, tonight at dinner my sister asked my mom if she was happy. She said she was, but there where a few “bumps” in the road. Then my mom asked my sister and I. It really got me thinking. Am I really happy? I also didn’t really want to hurt my mom and sister’s feelings by saying that I wasn’t happy where I am. I don’t like being home because I hate not having something to do. At school, I have my friends, classes, sorority life, and etc. to keep me busy. Where as I’m at home, I have a few friends, who are currently home, and not out of the country studying/working abroad. So, at home I’m really struggling to keep busy, and make myself happy. I’m the kind of person that needs to keep busy at all times, or else I get really board and depressed.
But I can’t say that I’m not happy because I have my family, I have a nice home, and a great life. So all in all, I’m a pretty content with life at the moment, and I’m going to continue with my life, and hope for the the best.
that’s all for now.