can't think of one...

So, is it true that there is a purpose for every life? does it have to come in the form of a "career?"

bittersweet beginnings

I am here in this new place and wondering how my friends are... wondering who my new friends will be and thinking about how all this will unfold over the next several weeks/months/years...

There is something refreshing about starting over in a new place. i may have to find out what that is and sort out all of the bittersweetness in my heart. i miss where i was, and yet i am excited to be here. i think those who are in my old hometown will miss me - but for how long? their lives are the same - the same faces, places and routines will keep them busy and in time my face won't belong there any more. my life is completely different - no familiar faces, places or routines... i keep busy just trying to maintain. unpacking things that need to find a new place in this house i'm trying to make feel like "home."

Time goes on... as does life... just what will become of mine?