one month a go.

i was sitting in Durham at my comfort place (ninth st) with my favorite person in the world. I was scared shitless. i knew that soon i would be moving to CA. all by myself. well the day after i graduated i got on an airplane for the first time. then after5 minutes i got back off. 3 hour delay. it messed all my flights up. when i managed to make it to Phoenix i barely caught my second plane. i made it to LA at 12 in the morning and got on my last plane to Santa Maria. a 10 seater P.O.S. i made it to SMX just in time to find my that my luggage was in some other state. they kicked me out and said call them the next day. so its 2 a.m. and I'm waiting on a taxi so that i could go to my home for the next 3 months. i pull up to a 100% mustard yellow house. when i got in my room i instantaneously loved it. well its about a month later now and I'm doing great. i got friends and places to go. every Monday we all go play beach volley ball and every Friday its strait to the Bon fire for a long warm night. the weather is amazing,