Own Narrative

It’s 1:30 in the morning and I just got in from a night out with friends. Dancing and Karaoke at Dupont Italian Kitchen, teary hugs on the corner, leaving too early because somehow I stumbled into adulthood and need to be up early for work tomorrow. I’ve been meaning to put this picture up for awhile, it’s a bit old but I love it so.

All I really have to say tonight is that as I write my own narrative, I’m so grateful for the encouragement, the well-wishes, the love that each of you have tucked into my heart. I may be the subject, but it is the cast of characters, my friends and family, that make my story rich and full and wide. Thank you and dear god I will miss you so much.