My life.

Sometimes I want to write deep, meaningful posts - the kind of things that provoke deep thought and that you're still thinking about hours later... but then I realize I'm way happier reading posts like that than writing them.  The little trivial things I write about, and the bigger things as well, they aren't important to other people.  They don't keep people up at night as they try to figure out a meaning.  And they don't have to be.  Because the things that matter to me don't have to matter to anyone else.  This page, this blog, it's mine.  For me to look back on in years and see how far I've come and how much I've changed.

And so, my life.  My life is a series of constant countdowns.  Counting down until payday each week.  Until I have to make a student loan payment each month.  Until my cell phone bill is due.  Until Sunday because I get to sleep in for once.  Until my birthday.  Until one of the few shows I watch on TV comes back for its fall/winter/spring/summer season.  Until my birthday.  Until I fly down to Florida.  Until Christmas.  And most importantly, to the Taylor Swift concert that Cece and I are going to.  There's probably more, but those are the important ones.

I am so so so excited for the Taylor concert.  The last time I saw her in concert was in 2011, and I had no idea what to expect.  What I got was the best night of my life.  Seeing her in concert was so amazing and wonderful and magical that I still can't believe it was real life.  Obviously, this makes me incredibly excited for what this second concert will bring.

Making student loan payments sucks, but that just is what it is.  I just hate saying goodbye to nearly a entire paycheck one week each month...

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