There are good days followed inevitably by bad days.

There are days that you want to go home, there are days in which you cant imagine life anywhere else.

There are days when you feel like you just wont fit in and there are days when you try to juggle all the people who want to spend time with you.

There are overwhelmed days that get balanced out with days when you feel like your floating instead of walking.

Things make sense somedays, other days it feels like stuff will never settle down.



And then, there are days when you just look out your window and realize that how beautiful everything is, and irrespective of good or bad, this is home.

And it doesnt hurt that its fucking beautiful.