Stranger In COMO??

 Listen to "Stranger In Moscow" By MJ (One of my FAVORITE artists of all time) while reading the blog. Or if you're like me, listen afterwards ...so you can focus. :)

Starting a new journey in Columbia has to be one of the smartest "dumb" things I could have ever done. I would say it's to gain independence and learn to do on my own, but I'd be implying that I never experienced struggle until now... that I've never been on my own. Which isn't the case. Starving with no guaranteed meal? Done that. Being broke, scraping up pennies for dollar tacos? Check. But I can't lie and say I'm not learning new things while being here.

I've recently been hired at Jimmy Johns, which is about a 5-8 minute walk from my campus (depending on your enthusiasm walking to work, I'm usually in the 8 minute mark). I'm very grateful to be working there. Good experience, you could say.. but I get very few hours there. I'm talking 3 hours a week (last week). This week, I'll only be working a total of 7 hours. It would've been 8, but they also make me leave early sometimes, like today. I know it sounds bad, like I should quit.. right? I've though about it... but I just can't do it. I NEED this job. I just need strong faith in knowing this will all work out. 

Friends in COMO are cool. Meeting new people, seeing new things .. it's exciting. I just recently had a birthday this past Friday. The big 19. So I figured I'd go back to writing because I've missed it so much and I wanna record my last year of being a teen and also so I don't forget these memories that I'm currently making. I'm so excited about this blog because I know no one will actually be reading these. It's my own little journal... I'm excited.  :))) 

I titled my blog page "The Instrumental" because I love music. Music is my LOOOOVE ... it's who I am. And in an instrumental, you hear music, close your eyes for a second and you can see the music... at least I can. You put your own ideas, words, thoughts, and mood into that music and it becomes what you see it as. No one else can tell you how to define your song from that instrumental.. no matter what that song used to be. And that's how I'd like to look at life, myself, or even this blog: an instrumental. When reading this, you may see something in me that I'm not quite aware that I'm giving off..  ehhh am I making sense? lol My mind thinks so weird sometimes that it can get so difficult to jot it down quick enough before.. BAM... another thought comes in. Oh well... It's called 'The Instrumental" so I hope whoever reads this can hear my "music" and hopefully you could understand that horrible metaphor.