I've just been go, go, go, plan, plan, plan, do, do, do these days. Very little time for myself. I write letters almost everyday to my childhood babysitter that I am still very close to to this day, and it is my little escape from reality. And I enjoy working on my bullet journal, it keeps track of the days and the to-dos as well as my food logs, med logs, reflections, etc. It's a work in progress but it helps me with the day-to-day planning, as I'm more of a month-to-month planner. Otherwise, lately I have no time for myself.

Right now I am planning a good-bye party with my friends to celebrate our friendship before I move away. I've been working on all of our activities for two weeks, and today I spent some time cleaning. I cleaned my room, the front bathroom, and vacuumed my room, the hallway, and the stairs. I walked around the house in the areas where my friends will be and made a rough and then a final draft of things to clean in order of importance and the time it will take. Then I have grocery shopping to do.

But today after my chores I threw a retirement party for my mom and dad. I planned out gifts for them that they loved and bought them their favorite cake, then we sat under cold AC and watched comedies. So that was a fun, relaxing time and we enjoyed ourselves. I try to make it appoint to spend time with my friends as well. A couple days ago I had a sleepover with my best friend and we did facials and watched movies.

I try to balance fun and work but maybe it's the move but I feel like there's more work than fun. Adulting sucks, but at the same time it feels good to have a sense of responsibility and independence.