D.C. has my heart. I am so blessed to be here at this time in my life. It has its share of hardships, but am I ever growing.
I'm learning the meaning of vulnerability. These past few months have seen me slowly discovering what that word really means. My dear, sweet friends, both long-term and new-found, are patient with me as I make my way to confident vulnerability. Thank you. I know I've been hard/weird lately (especially with this strange laugh I've developed?), and the friends I have found here have helped me in more ways than they know.
Yadda yadda yadda, I wrote this Monday night (technically Tuesday morning) as I was doing laundry after what I described to Eve as "a dining fiasco on the Hill!!" I've trained myself to not late-night blog as I come across as emo (so many feeeelings), but you know what? I'm letting this one stay.