The Girl Who is Always "Ok"

Life is wonderful, the world is beautiful, and birds just keep singing. I've been here, now over a week. Settling in is the easy part, forming new friendships and bonds... that's an entirely different story. I'd love to be this cheeky, vibrant person, but in all honesty I don't feel that way. I feel like a blob. Not a sad blob, not a happy blob, just a blob on the face of the earth. I know that the only way one can change is if they put fourth the effort in which to change. At first I'm eager and ambitious, but the second I'm out in open waters I begin then to sink. Here in Seattle, I've been able to keep my head just above waters by focusing on what all there is to do. Like, there is no way someone can be discontent or unhappy in a place where something can always happen. It is true that there is something to always do, but it is a lie to pretend that it is enough to fill the void. Void. It's an ugly, unforgiving word that seems to riddle my mind with p...