So I moved out in June from my parents home, and I thought it was going to be a piece of cake. I had been living in Japan for over a year by myself, so I thought, "6 hours away is really nothing compared to the whole Pacific Ocean." However, I was wrong! Hahaha Well the first week I just spent most of my days crying lol and feeling depressed. I did do som job hunting and I tried taking some classes online to distract myself; it helped. I believe the hardest thing to accept was the fact that I was and am growing up. NO more being a kid, or running to mom and dad for my problems. Of course, my fiance is amazing and on top of everything is super patient with me, but still it's continued to be a tough time. Realizing that everyone is going there separate ways, and accepting the fact that you won't know everything that is going on in each others lives...this is something really tough for me, especially because I have to make new friends here in my new city. However,...
