Oh I remember you!

So, as fate would have it, I haven't been on the internet in quite sometime. For future reference, all companies that provide an essential service are incredibly underhanded. That's all I have to say about that.
Well, Cherish and I got all moved in to our apartment. So far, things are going pretty well... On the surface at least. I'm not sure how Cherish is holding up. I'm finding apartment life difficult to adapt to. Probably because I've lived with my parents for the past twenty years. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm twenty now? Yep. Two whole decades. And not an ounce of wisdom to show for it.
I'm not going to lie. This whole moving out has proved the most stressful test of what little faith I had to begin with. I wish I could pour out my heart to this blog like so many people seem to be able to do, but I have no idea how to sift through my ideas so that I can make them unspecific and sharable. So here goes nothing...

I moved to this lovely apartment complex and for the first two weeks, life was just peachy.
Then things started to fall apart...
 At work: Six people quit in the space of three weeks. This created chaos and mountains of stress for me.
At school: It's school. Nuff said. But its getting into the swing of the semester and the workload is piling up.
I have to be honest with you, I think I'm more alone than I've ever been in my life. I moved with expectations of plugging right into the community here, but I was NOT prepared for what would result. Not only did my friendships start to bend from the pressure of distance, they have all but disintegrated. As if this wasn't enough, I feel like God is trying to get me to completely restart my life. Why do I feel like this? I'm in a brand new environment, at a brand new school, and am now forced to make brand new friends because the ones I have/had are/were poisoning my, albeit weak, relationship with God. I feel like the path I'm on is broken with no direction. At times like this, I think about stories I've heard where people simply get by based on the promises of reward God has given us. Why can't I think of any though?
I feel myself withdrawing from the world. I'm not so sure this is a bad thing anymore. I used to be the most outgoing person you'd meet. Today I learned that the more you listen, the more you learn. And how true! Having a quiet soul gives you such a more complete perspective! My goal this week is to do twice as much listening as talking. I feel like God shows us a little bit of who He is when we watch each other interact with love.
I'm trying to stay hopeful. It's not easy. Every day seems to bring a new, freshly baked, batch of turmoil. I feel myself slipping.
Will someone catch me?