What a hectic year. Obviously during the start, I was still high school. Mind you, high school was probably hands down the worst four years of my life. At least up until now. It was hell going to school everyday with people I hated. I started not caring about school or grades. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I wanted to actually start living.

This is when I started taking jobs seriously. I loved working. I loved going to work right after school. I loved being busy. Because of work, I probably missed half of the school year…or more. But somehow, I managed to graduate.

I started working full time. I was blessed with a job that not many teenagers my age get to experience. I began working for a wireless company. It did piss me off, it did stress me, and I did want to quit. It was so hard. I wasn’t used to having to be super organized. I wasn’t that great at Korean, so that brought me down a lot. I didn’t get the hang of it until a few months later. But whatever. I was just so glad that I was out of school.

You’ve probably figured out by now that I didn’t go to college. Yep. I decided I was fed up with school and people in general, so I decided to take a year off. This was in June. I remember this is also around the time where I started drinking… a lot. As in every night, or every other night. It was amazing, to be honest. I met a lot of new people, and the feeling of being free and happy and surrounded by friends.. yeah, it gets addicting really quickly. Soon, it became an empty habit, but it was still fun.

I also decided to move out. I couldn’t stand the stress and pressure from living with my mom. She constantly nagged at me about the smallest things. She nagged about me taking a year off. I had a curfew of 8pm. She nagged at me about how I spent my money. And it’s not even that bad, except that she nagged everyday about the same things. About how my future was looking bleak, about how I shouldn’t be living life like this, about how I was ruining myself. I really, really couldn’t stand it. She called the police on me (actually, us.) It was crazy. I guess she had her own stress as well. Obviously we would function better if I wasn’t there. So I texted my bestfriend, and surprisingly, her older sister was okay with my living with them. So I made the big move. It was refreshing at first. It did get kind of hard at times…come on, two grown girls living in one small room? Things are bound to heat up. It was never too bad, but I could tell we both wanted out space. 

Then one day, we realized the room next to ours was empty. Someone had moved out. We instantly contacted the manager. Apparently, someone was looking into moving there as well. We prayed and prayed that they wouldn’t decide to move in. They didn’t. We were ecstatic. My best friend was a god at saving money, so she had quite a bit saved up. Me? I lived paycheck to paycheck. So I borrowed $1500 from her, and we moved out. It was two beds and two baths for $1045, utilities not included. Pretty expensive, right? Well it was good at first. Then we got one, then two more additions to our family. Our two friends moved into the living room. We all split it, so it was okay. 

Mind you, this is all during a few months. So we’re still going out partying, working, partying, and working. This year was honestly a blur. I didn’t really do anything special, except fall in love and back out and in again, haha. Then my other friend moved into my room. It was fine because my room is kind of big. My rent was split in half. Today also marks the day that I paid back all $1500 to my best friend. I’m so happy she decided to trust me with that.

In a nutshell, this year was crazy. I thought it would never go by, but it did. I’m essentially the same person, but I know some parts of me have been over turned forever. Even though I drifted away from some people, and even fought with some, I’m happy it all happened. It’s helped me to grow as a person, and to mature, and blah blah blah…you know the rest. :) My relationship with my mom is still a little rocky because she wants me to come back home and she misses me…but that’s an obstacle for the new year. I know that 2012 is probably going to be a blur as well, and I’m probably going to end up thinking, “Where did all the time go?” But that’s fine. I’ll take things as they come. I’m sure I missed a lot of important things that happened, but I’ll write them as I remember.

Hopefully 2012 decides to be good to me. Because if it doesn’t, I can assure you I’ll make it good.