another year is about to pass, and i'm hours ahead of where i would normally spend this night. that's because i'm home. i mean, i'm Home-home. the past year was rough in the way that all years seem to be getting ever since i woke up and realized i was a grown ass woman. but i don't mean 'rough' in a jaded way. i am thankful and feel blessed for everything i've experienced. none of it has been bad, even when it has. i'm trying to live Love and lay to rest all that's irrelevent: which is, everything. i don't mean this in the hippie shit sense of the term. living Love always involves struggle. the hugest struggle. and that's exactly where i want to be.
happy roman calendar new year!