Last week I went back to West Georgia to support a friend in an event she was participating in. As I watched these people, some friends, some friends of friends, I saw them engage in this camaraderie. I wasn’t jealous of the time i’d missed here, rather I was overcome with anticipation to get back to my life here in Atlanta. I couldn’t wait for it to be over to get back home.*

When I move, it takes awhile for me to feel like i’m not missing out on what’s happening back where I was. In August, I had visited my friends in Carrolton quite a few times and had really started to miss it, and felt like i was missing out. (The familiar is an easy thing to miss). But once school started, I had a regular routine and I was getting my bearings I stopped visiting. (Which is normal for me to move on and live life where I am).

Until recently, I hadn’t realized how much I really love where I am and who I am with. I can’t think of a time where I was this happy with the things I am surrounded by. I can’t put a finger on it, but what is in my life right now is really the best i’ve felt. My home in Decatur couldn’t be better, my friends, my proximity to family, and this constant musical background following me around.*

At the middle of the semester I had a very hard time, where I felt so happy (giggly even-hysterical maybe?) and yet thought I was incredibly miserable. But i’m thinking I had these new emotions that I didn’t know how to name and it turns out it is happiness.

*This is not to say, I didn’t enjoy my time while I was there. I just knew where I belonged.

*ukulele, piano, kathryn bane, christmas music. <3

-it could always be the christmas spirit that’s doing this.

-i’m happy, how are you?