So much for better

The second best thing to moving out of state is moving across town? Apparently I've fashioned this idea, and so far I'm not too amused by it. I mean, yes, it is so much better living on my own in my own little house with my own things and not having to sneak into my parents house at 1 am worried that they will be asking me where I was. But, honestly, I have no reason to be out at 1 am in the first place. It's not like there is a hopping night life here in Rochester, or that I really have anyone to go out with to begin with. So, can you tell i'm really enjoying myself?!
It seems like too often in my life i've been disappointed. I'm not sure if this is a byproduct of over-exaggerated expectation, or just a running theme for me. I know i've writen about this previously, but i am constantly amazed at my lack of excitement about what I thought might make me truely excited. I just don't want to continue through life on the "disappointment train" how awful would that be? Maybe it's my whole outlook on life. I expect a lot out of BIG decisions or changes, when it's really the little things that get me going. And maybe that is how life is really supposed to be. I celebrated more over the fact that my puppy went for a whole week without pooping or peeing in the house than i did over actually moving. Which is more important?
Life is a mystery... I don't know why I sometimes feel a certain way when i think I should feel something else. Hmmmm....