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I had a dif­fer­ent entry planned out, but I have to write this instead. To get this feel­ing down before I lose it.

It’s hard to tell what the feel­ing is exactly. Happiness? Worry? Maybe a mix of both. I only know that I’m ner­vous, like I’m out on a limb, wait­ing for it to snap. Things have never gone this well for long.

Life has finally set­tled. I have the house to myself. I’m sin­gle. I don’t have to worry about what my par­ents do or think. I’m on a reg­u­lar sched­ule, with only Tai Chi lessons on Saturday morn­ings. Other than that, I fill my time how I please, which cur­rently involves a lot of Pikmin 2 and phone-calls with John or Bronwen.

With this new-found sta­bil­ity, I ven­ture into the out­side world to social­ize. A while ago I watched Fearless with Aaron. Pat and Jen treated me to din­ner and Borat last week. Sunday, I cooked Bronwen and her par­ents a Chinese lunch. Next Tuesday I’m going to the 2006 Legends Classic tour to catch up with Jeff, my old floor­mate from first year. Soon it’ll be Trolley’s house­warm­ing party, along with all the other hol­i­day events.

I’m ini­ti­at­ing every­thing. In the past, I would never be the one mak­ing plans.

Four years ago I wrote that guilty plea­sures aren’t so guilty any­more. I’m back to this feel­ing again. What a strange cycle. I’m start­ing to feel like I deserve to be happy.

So I play the songs that I usu­ally save for when I really need them. I lis­ten to my music louder. I sing at the top of my lungs. I dance in my room while iron­ing. I order things that are nor­mally too expen­sive for me when I eat out. I laugh a lit­tle more.

I can feel myself get­ting giddy again, but I have to ques­tion if it’s all a lit­tle fake. If it’s a mask for my ner­vous­ness. I prob­a­bly won’t be able to tell for a while, so I’m just try­ing to enjoy it.

Another tran­si­tionary phase.