Mornings that smell like mornings.
Sundays.
Tostitos.
Friends that come through when life doesn't.
My mom.
The Boston Public Library.
Old friends.
New friends.
Big computer monitors.
Quiet holidays.
Hazelnut coffee.
Parades.
Photos.
Sight.
The ability to be passionate about something.
Self-motivation.
Doors shutting and others opening.
God giving you the tools to take care of yourself, even when you don't so.
Dinner parties.
Trader Joe's green tea.
Coffee addictions.
Cousins that miss you.
Hand written letters.
Comfy, full-size beds.
The ability to be strong.
Friends despite of distance.
Knowing what's right and doing it.
The continuous discovery of who I really am.
Target.
New jobs.
Rechargeable batteries.
Color.
Iron and Wine.
Having my favorite jeans from 8th grade fit me again.
Doing things that scare you.
Quality tap water.
Hand me down furniture.
A room that doubles as a studio.
Potter Puppet pals.
Knowing that I determine my own happiness.
Yellow hoodies.
An understanding family.
New York City blogs.
Remembering friends and family that have passed away and not being sad.
Apple picking.
Road trips.
Woot.
Cheap beer.
Cheap wine.
Spooning.
Televised gymnastic events.
Ikea kitchen utensils.
Pearl Arts & Crafts.
Being ok with the almost-but-not-quite suffocating quiet of 3 am.
Really really rainy days.
Dangly earrings.
Having friends to care about.
Having friends care about me.
Medication.
Ginger bread cookies from Michigan.
Snow.
Down comforters.
Looking up.
Looking down.
Looking back.
Knowing that I'm becoming me. For real.
Ice skating.
Adobe.
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