This year has been a strange, emotional, adventurous whirlwind that I’m still spinning a little from.
At this time last year I was camped out at my parent’s house, heartbroken, surrounded by three feet of snow, not really knowing what to do with myself. I remember watching the Rose Parade—all those people celebrating in the sun—and thinking, “WTF am I still doing in Michigan??” It was literally in that moment that I started getting excited about the possibility of leaving.
One year later, to be sitting in my apartment, on the other side of the country, with the windows open and sunshine streaming in (in January!) feels good and strange. I’m not entirely settled here, but I am happy.