This weekend I moved out. For the first time. No parents. It's weird.

I'm starting to learn that you can find a friend in anyone. My housemates are becoming my family, which I am really surprised at. Two days ago I was scared, lonely, and feeling so incredibly unsure that things would ever be okay again. Moving out is a big change, and I have never imagined myself doing it.

It happened pretty suddenly, and unexpectedly. My friend's house sold early, and she needed a roommate to split the rent. I agreed, and here we are 2 weeks later, living with her sister, sister's boyfriend, and sister's 2 year old son.

I just got a full-time job, and tomorrow is my first day. I think the biggest stress is just that so many new things are happening right now. I know it will all work out, and already I am getting comfortable.

From it I am gaining confidence and inspiration. Now that I'm depending on myself, and finding new support in family and friends, I am more inclined to go after the things I really want in life. It is pretty scary, mostly because it's unknown... But everyone does it. Just like driving. When you first get your license, the entire world changes. It is such a humongous deal, but as you drive down the street not a single person realizes what's going on.

My world is changing, and while I want to know what happens, I'm willing to wait. I might fall, and I'll have people to help me back up. I'll never be truly alone.

But I still miss my mommy.