Where?

Where has this year gone?
Feels like it shouldn't be September yet.
I don't remember much of March or April.
It's like I went to sleep and woke up at the end of July almost.
Lost Lisa in January.
Lost papa in March.
Lost everything after that.
But have gained a new me in the process.
I'm beginning to like me.
I still have horrid days I don't want to move.
Being next door to B will help those days a lot.
I've got the new job I love, a great new car and an awesome new place to call my own.
And of course all of my friends that have helped me more then they will ever know.
The rest of the year can only be good, right?
I mean I don't have much farther I could fall.
I'm slowly creeping out of this depression.
All I can keep doing is one day at a time and hope for the best.