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It was funny, as I was laying waiting for sleep last night, in my new place, in my own bed, I wasn't anxious or worried or missing home. 

All I could think was how lucky I am, and how proud I am to have made it work. 

My roommate is a complete sweetheart, there is a one-eyed cat named Monster and a skinny little cat named Lily, and a tiny dog with a big attitude that follows me around with his head cocked to one side and gets excited over the tiniest things. 

There is a train that comes through town at 3 in the morning, and a fridge full of fruits that I bought for myself, with money that I earned at a job I'm lucky to have, even if it isn't my dream. 

This isn't where I saw myself a year ago, or 6 months, or even 3. But it is a good place to be, and I'm happy to stay a while.