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I'm leaving for New York in the morning. It feels a little sureal. It's not like i don't travel or that this is particularly out of character. It's more that this is a trip i've wanted to take for years, that i've talked to countless people about and haphazardly planed with a handful of friends while being told that i'd have to wait for life to be perfect for it to happen.
It's kind of strange that right now my life does actually feel kind of perfect?
But back to how i've wanted to take this trip for forever, and how i'm kind of glad it's taken this long to organize. I'm so much happier in my own skin, and it will be easier to feel like more than just a tourist (though lbr we're going to be such tourists) while being a normal size. Plus going with Jasmyn is going to be great. I love that we're still doing things together even though we have't lived in the same city for four years.
I'm so excited.
It's kind of strange that right now my life does actually feel kind of perfect?
But back to how i've wanted to take this trip for forever, and how i'm kind of glad it's taken this long to organize. I'm so much happier in my own skin, and it will be easier to feel like more than just a tourist (though lbr we're going to be such tourists) while being a normal size. Plus going with Jasmyn is going to be great. I love that we're still doing things together even though we have't lived in the same city for four years.
I'm so excited.