So. I came home for Thanksgiving. Which means I am currently laying in a queen size bed that I did not have to scramble over my desk to get to. (Yup, I'm top bunk back in the Bubble.) It was my mother's idea to not tell my dad that I was coming home today. He was surprised. So here I am. Home.
Coming back home is a reminder of past things. In the past, I used to get caught up in the trap that is my own head. We've all been there... When you are confused, you might look for direction from any source that seems to wave its arms in front of you. But let me tell you, there is really only one source that can give you true and right direction. So I'm sticking with that one. I am firm in my knowledge that everything will be okay. I write that in my journal at least once a day. But it's true. I know it, and you should, too. And I'm going to leave it at that.
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