Wanderlust

She reminisces about the dreams you shared as kids, fantasizing about going to college together and the excitement of approaching that milestone as you both got older. She recalls your late-night talks about what your first jobs would be like post-graduation and where we might live. She wishes that this coming year will be something you look back on with pride—not because of your accomplishments or what happened, but because you are becoming more of who you are meant to be.

All I know is that I wouldn't be even a fraction of the woman I am today without her in my life. She's witnessed my best and worst moments, the highs and the lows, and despite everything, she's always chosen to stand by me.

For that, I am profoundly thankful.

It’s just past 3AM. My mind should be in a peaceful, calm state. Instead, I’m stuck with this: