Over this past week I’ve felt off. I think it’s one of those times where you realize that you are changing, growing, and becoming someone you couldn’t even dream of being. Someone surrounded by so many beautiful people and sacred friendships. Surrounded by family who loves you more than you could ever hope for.
Currently I’m having a sleep over with two of my best friends. As usual I’m the first person up by hours. But when I look over at these people all I feel is happiness. Happiness for this life. Happiness for these people that just know me.
I’ve moved a lot in my lifetime. And each time it has been a true emotional rollercoaster. But I’m lucky. Because in each person I meet I create a small home. My home is in every friend I’ve ever made. My home is in my family. My home is in every relationship that I hold dearly. I love these people. I love this life.
It is during these times, where you don’t feel quite like yourself, that you should remember who has been with you all this time. Remember the people who know who your are and all that you can become. Remember them and you will always know who you are. You’re the girl with familys in each state or city you have ever lived in. You’re the girl with the hilarious and crazy parents who never fail to show you shine from Shellac. You are smart, and kind, and silly, and beautiful, just like the people who surround you. You are the luckiest person on the planet:)