I woke up this morning and thought about my 26 year old self. I’m in college. I’m sitting in my house. I’m studying. I’m trying to get out of a relationship. Every morning there’s a large snake that comes out from underneath the house and suns itself on the back stairs when I take the dog for a walk. I’m listening to Jack’s Mannequin, Yellowcard, and Motion City Soundtrack on my computer. I’m scribbling notes on a piece of paper.
Fast forward to 2010. I’m in college. I’m at work. I’m in Chicago. I’m looking out over Lake Michigan from my desk. I have an incredible man in my life. I am surrounded by brilliant people whom I adore. I’m meeting and engaging with the bands and people I obsessed over four years ago. I’m writing things that are meant for something bigger than scratch pieces of paper.
Not a day goes by that I don’t feel incredibly grateful for how my life is turning out.
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