"One More Winter.."

I am not sure if I am improving or regressing. I feel like there is improvement because I finally have some goals that I am working towards. Before recovery, I couldn't keep goals in mind without feeling as though I was worthless, and never going to live to see their completion. At least all of my self-doom and gloom is gone.
Maybe I can attribute my lighter moods to the anti-depressants that I am taking. I have noticed that I feel...more numb. I am capable of being happy, but really everything just seems blah. If I were to receive acceptance letters from all of the colleges that I applied, I would probably rather assume I choose universities with rather low standards as opposed to jumping up and down while patting my own ego. SIGH. This could be called humble, or this could be called self-destruction slowly creeping up again.
I really want to move. I am dreading this winter. I absolutely hate the slow death that creeps over nature as the cold fingers sweep into this part of the country. YUCK. If there is anything I hate more than being cold, it's being trapped inside! My new mantra, "One more winter", is what I keep telling myself every year. But this year, I have a plan! AND I have acceptance letters to strive for.
Thy Will NOT MINE Be Done; I will be in North Carolina this time next year!!!!