I'll never turn back time, forgetting you but not the time.
On an entirely different note than the rest of this blog, I feel rather rooted down suddenly. I feel content in who I am. I've come to appreciate the unique beauty of being a wallflower - the perks of being a wallflower, if you will. I know that a lot of my friends struggle with similar things. We're all just looking to be loved and to be happy. It's hard to find that in yourself, but I don't think you can really find it in someone else. Happiness has to come from within. I'm not saying I've found that happiness within myself, but I think I've found the road that I must travel.
I'm reading The Hobbit to my little sister over the phone, and it is one of the most rewarding experiences I've ever had the pleasure to discover. Madi reached out to me and asked me to read to her sometimes, and she wanted to hear the Hobbit (which, luckily, we both have a copy of). I called her today and read her the first chapter, and she made me makes up tunes to the songs. It was so good to just hear how happy my sister was because she was "spending time" with me. The fact that we also got to enjoy one of my favorite books together was just a bonus. I never put much stock in family until I came to college and found so many people who aren't as lucky as I am. I have two parents who still love each other very much, and two obnoxiously talented and beautiful younger siblings who are just starting to blossom.
My trip to Walla Walla this summer was so much better than last year's trip. I thoroughly enjoyed the musical, Hairspray, and spent quality time with some friends. As crazy as it sounds, some of my best friendships have grown out of crushes, and I'm very grateful for the friendship that has taken root between Preston and I. For all the crap I give him, he really is a wonderful friend and he puts up with a lot of shit from me.
Goodnight, my friends. Thank you.
