I don't know why...

...I'm so happy. I went home to visit my sister, Amina, and meet her 7 mo. old baby, Michaela. I was glad. I love my sister, even in spite of being just a bit jealous of her beauty. Michaela is gorgeous, too, and it was really nice to be with them for a few days.

On the other hand, my mother and I have been fighting like crazy for weeks now. She's still not over the fact that my boyfriend is so much older than me. I feel really bad because I'm not used to fighting with her all the time like this (well, not since 16). Not only that, but I just don't understand. I know she doesn't like that he is older, but she won't just say that. She makes all these excuses about the amount of money that he makes (not enough, in her eyes), etc., etc. It frustrates me because every time the conversation turns to him, we fight. Because of this, I can't ask her advice...or share with her these first experiences that I'm having. It's really hard. I'm used to talking to her about everything.

With all that crap with my mom, and work, and knowing that I have to go be an RA soon (which I really, REALLY don't want to do any more), I should be miserable. But I'm not. In fact, I'm really happy. I can't explain it. I just am. It's great. It's scary. It's...confusing. Oh well. I shouldn't be questioning it...I should just be glad, especially since tomorrow I'll probably be depressed.