Christmas.

It's Christmas night. I am in Spokane, WA with my sister, brother-in-law, two nieces, and a "faux pas/alternate" family who I have never spent much time with. I'm pretty sure they think I'm some junkie who escaped living with my parents to be a bum in Seattle, because I don't see the point in shaving or showering every day unless I smell bad, or don't see the point in going to college if it has nothing to offer me personally. It has been great being with some of my "real" family, but didn't feel much like Christmas to me. I'm flying back to Seattle tomorrow morning.
Last time I wrote here, I was participating in a medical study to get by, trying desperately to find a job, and having to borrow money from my parents to pay my 200 bucks a month rent. I now have a good job, am out of debt, and almost completely happy with where I am in life. I live with what are now good friends, I have a piano, I am in a band that is so new, but moving forward faster than I can even try to explain. Even though it is the first band I have ever been in, its almost effortless. I feel like I've been doing it for years and years thanks to all of those hours in my bedroom that most of you never knew about. I am so glad that I moved here. My goal was set when I was 15, and Ive worked hard. Its finally showing and I am as determined as ever to get better at what I do, and succeed. Merry Christmas.