Yeah you read that right. Another semester off but this time I'm at home. Well not really home but Texas none the least. I'm living with my grandparents this semester. I'm still going to school in NYC I've just had to put it off until the Spring semester. Come to find out private school in NYC are a little out of budget for a kid from Texas so I'm working and saving enough to go back in January and pay at least half the tuition and work for the other half while I'm there. Lets just say its going to take some getting use to but I'll be fine. Hopefully I still will get housing next semester but I can't imagine why I wouldn't. It appears even though you pay a deposit for an entire year if you don't show up the first half your not guarenteed the place the second half. Wierd I know. Well that's about it for now. I've got a lot of free time while I wait for employeers to call back so I'll be bloging more.

I realized today that I have just grown up too fast. Last night when walking home from work one of my managers was shocked to hear I was only 19. I asked him why and he said "It's not everyday you meet a 19 year old who would move out of their parent's house let alone across the country from their parents and have a full time job and live in an apartment." He went on to say how most the kids you see like that are in colleges where they don't have to worry about money and how very few move sooo far away. It was then I realized I've grown up too fast. I missed part of my childhood and I'm not sure where. I've always seemed older than I really am. My family has been on my shoulders for a long time and now that they aren't I am living an adults like instead of a 20 somethings. I shouldn't be going to be right now because I have to work 8 hours tomorrow. I should be debating if I want to do homework or not. I know I put myself in this position this semester because I choose to take off but now I realize maybe I could have went about things a little better. Don't get me wrong I'm having an awesome time where I'm at but its so crazy to think that I'm only 19 and I'm debating if I should get a higher paying job. Most 19 year olds would kill to bring home 600 on a check but I'm not most 19 year olds. I'm realizing this with every interaction with my coworkers. While they get their checks on Friday and head out to go clothes shopping or to the movies while toting around their sidekicks and Iphones I'm budgeting so that I can pay rent for a smaller room than anyone should live in and pay for food. Hopefully this is only temporary though and God starts to open doors in my life. That is my prayer. I've also realized though that God really has provided for me here in New York and it seems like even though things aren't working out how I want them to they are working in his plan and that's what counts.