carry on my wayward son.
This trip was exactly what the doctor ordered.
In 2 weeks I’ve found new meaning, new life, and rediscovered the things that make life worth fighting for.
The times I’ve been down, the times when I didn’t believe I would ever find love, I wish in those times I experienced what I’m experiencing now, complete and unconditional love from my family. Yes, my mom and dad love me unconditionally, but it’s truly different when you have the entire family factor, all the way down to my cousins twice removed (who are actually pretty rad people).
I won’t miss the place, but I’ll miss the people.
Few things I was reminded in this short trip:
- Finding love can be hard, but it’s worth it every step of the way, never settle for the sake of settling.
- Being who I am is fine, the people that love you and matter will stay.
- I lack nothing.
- I am a fucking amazing individual.
- I owe it to myself to walk away from people who take me for granted.
Knowing the hopeless romantic I am, I know I can go a little overboard on my reactions when it comes to finding love. One thing is for sure, one day I will find it. (You hear that, doubt? I didn’t say I might, I said I will.) When it happens, it won’t happen a second too late.


