On the occasional morning, I find myself in my cadillac, driving towards the beautiful Charlotte skyline and I think - How the fuck did I get here? By myself, across the country, working two jobs…When did I become an “adult” and divide from my family? Aren’t I still just a little girl? Feels like it sometimes.

I’m so fucking proud of myself. Three weeks strong in a state and city I’ve never been to before with no one to turn to but my boyfriend -  and most importantly myself. I’ve already gotten two jobs and things are going well. Fuck EVERYONE who thought I couldn’t make it.