I have not always been fortunate in finding quality friends. In middle school, I didn't have friends. Period. In high school, my friends changed every year. My first year of college I met an amazing lady, my Crista (Cree-stuh), and that was it.
As things with Jarre ended, I became more and more aware that I really only had like 2 friends. I didn't think I needed them, I had a soul mate. Anyhoo, I got lucky this time, I found Jen.
I'm going to be honest, the first time I saw her I was positive I would dislike her. Boy o boy was I wrong. She pretty much adopted me. I went to school to talk to her about life and learn from her experience and to tell her about what I was going through. I worked hard so she'd be proud of my wrinkly brain. If it weren't for Jen, I would've dropped, or failed, out of community college. It follows suit then that I call her Mom and her amazing fiance Tristica (TK) is my Dad.
TK makes sure I am comfortable in my own skin and aware of how awesome I am. She scares off disastrous dates (funny story, I'll tell you later). And she is getting the most rad Father's day card ever.
Through them, I met Alli, an awesome mom who has mad me toast and tea the past two days and lets me play with her adorable children. She's such a cool chickadee and shares my loves of baking and cooking. She's so down to Earth and sweet and quirky and generally amazing.
And all these people, including Crista (who I skipped over a bit only because she needs a full post to herself) and others not mentioned, are my friends and family. I'm so lucky to have finally found my people in life and my place in the world both with these glorious people and my piercing friends.
I really wanna sound like a Hallmark card and use something semi-poetic to describe finding myself by finding a home but it's just too corny.
Dorothy said it best, "There's no place like home."
Goodnight friends.
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