Since the new year, my life has taken on many changes. I have gone back to school (granted, right now it’s one class, but it is a jumping off point to next semester’s Writer’s Workshop course and being able to apply to the Nonfiction Writing Program at Iowa), I now have a wonderful puppy (a jovial little ball of fur named Chewbacca Radagast, Chewie for short), an emotional and overly cuddly kitten (Auri), and one messed up schedule to accomodate me taking a class and being able to work full time. It has been a stressful and exhausting two weeks so far, but worth it. Every moment, even the pooping and peeing in the apartment, the waking up every four hours, the stresses associated with working long hours, every little negative truly does not feel like a negative. Don’t get me wrong, I still get stressed, emotional, and sometimes outraged, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I feel like a path is opening up for me, and I am beginning to fit into life’s grand puzzle. As cliched as it sounds, I feel like I am actually living and not just getting by. It doesn’t seem like ghost movements, or running through the actions and having no heart beneath it. For lack of a better description, a better word, it simply feels real.