A Change of Pace

I've decided my posts are getting kind of sad. At least, for me, they are. So this is going to be a happy post.

This is a shout out to all of my friends who read my blog! Thanks for being so nice and awesome. And I think you're all great people. And, yes, this is a test to see who's reading.

To my family who reads my blog: Thank you for all the comments, written or spoken. If I do end up writing a book, you'll be in there, too.

To people I don't know who read my blog: Do you exist? I see pageviews from Russia and Malaysia (among other places), but do you stop to read anything? If so, that's awesome! Thank you!

I've finally picked a color for my room. It should be a pretty green color, like mint ice cream. I did not consider how often I may become hungry in my room from that color... But I'm not changing my mind! It would take too long.

I had a pretty great Christmas. I love when family comes to visit. I always think I want to leave this state (and I really, really do), but I'm beginning to realize I'd miss them too much. I wouldn't trade my family for anybody else's. Even if the other family was super rich. Yeah, I love you guys that much. You know how much I like shopping.

New Years was fun, too. I had a couple of new experiences, and I wasn't expecting to like one of them quite as much as I did. But I had good company, and that really makes all the difference. And I love games. If you weren't there, you have no idea what I'm talking about. You should have been there.

I'm ready for change, but I am grateful for all that I have. And I'm just kidding. This is not a test. Here to positivity and optimism!


I mean, after all, our city isn't being wiped out by a massive storm, right?

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