I'm a month closer to leaving my house. Thank goodness.
Eight more months, and I'll be eighteen.
I still don't know what I'm going to do for the rest of forever, but I just go with the flow. Wherever God leads me, that's where I'll be. Maybe I should do some planning, but it's so darn confusing. I'll just let God do it. I won't worry. Worrying makes a sad Sarah.
In other news, I have a floor again. This last two months has been crazy and I've had no time (or motivation) to clean my room. But I finally did it. Mostly.
I'm off to Rachael's house now.
Love,
Sarah @)~
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