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as much adventure as i thought this would be, it’s getting frustrating. packing, unpacking, packing, unpacking. living out of a suitcase is great, if you always have an iron around. it’s just hard. it’s not that i don’t love traveling; i want to have a place though. A REAL PLACE. where all of my stuff is in an actual home. when everything is settled, it stays settled. no more squishing collard shirts with dresses into oversized duffle.

as much adventure as i thought this would be, it’s getting frustrating. packing, unpacking, packing, unpacking. living out of a suitcase is great, if you always have an iron around. it’s just hard. it’s not that i don’t love traveling; i want to have a place though. A REAL PLACE. where all of my stuff is in an actual home. when everything is settled, it stays settled. no more squishing collard shirts with dresses into oversized duffle.

it’s a process. sometimes it’s looking in the past. sometimes it’s looking in the future. and sometimes, it’s simply looking beside you at the people you love. for me, the hardest part of finding myself is letting go of the hurtful things enemies have said in my life. i can be who i choose to be. at the end of my life, what others have said won’t matter. what will matter is how I lived it, because it’s MY life. people will always say crap; it’s my choice to prove it true or to let it slide off my back and turn void, lost in a forgotton vaccuum.