It’s my last week in Houston, my last week of normalcy, really—where I have a bed and a car and a washing machine and so many really close friends within walking distance.
I am surprisingly calm. I don’t think it’s hit me yet, and I’m hoping to keep it that way for as long as possible. (So, maybe 3 more days?)
This past weekend four of us took a roadtrip. This picture was snapped at 8AM, two hours after the start of our day and however silly it is, I just love how authentically happy I look… and I can’t really remember the last specific time when that was the case.
I am going to miss this life, these people.