I'm in a pretty solid melancholic trance these days. New Year's and Christmas, old face new faces, first semester at a new school finished with still no clear path in sight, the ups and downs involving matters of the heart. I'll admit it, I'm pretty rocked. I'm watching my parents build the house they've always wanted and will probably grow old in. I'm watching my little sis navigate her life and take care of a dog that managed to steal my heart freshman year of college when I ran back home to meet her sweet puppy face. My older sisters never cease to amaze me, watching their respective journeys over 2015 has been fantastic. I'm so glad for them and who they are.
And me? Considering the fact that this time last year I was a hot mess living in my parent's mobile home looking for a job, daydreaming about hot desert suns, and having panic attacks while filling out my college transfer paperwork, I'd say I've come pretty damn far.