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I wish I would have taken them more seriously when they told me to make the most of those years and those memories. It's so hard to believe those days have come and gone already. My memories of a time where I was NEVER alone, but always in the dark, dancing on tables, protecting my bar, collecting purple and green, and wondering what we were going to lite on fire that night, have seemed to slip right on past me. That realization is super sad. I look around me tough and know I am in the right place. Not quite doing the right thing yet but getting there, slowly. I know that there is no place in this world where I belong more.
I've always looked at LA as my canvas just waiting to be filled. Michigan and all it represents are simply my books binding and my paint brushes just waiting to help me bring something to life. Most likely me.
2 more days till I touch down in the mitten :) Can't wait.
I've always looked at LA as my canvas just waiting to be filled. Michigan and all it represents are simply my books binding and my paint brushes just waiting to help me bring something to life. Most likely me.
2 more days till I touch down in the mitten :) Can't wait.