I’m on my way to New York.
But not to audition. Not to do my independent I DO WHAT I WANT! Lemme at those dreams thing.
To see a boy!
I really didn’t know anyone could be so sweet. Or…would be so sweet. It’s crazy yall. He’s so communicative. So available. So open. So not self-protecting. He’s real with me. He gets me—and if there’s any part of me that he doesn’t “get” he wants to. He cares. And on top of all of that, I look up to him.
I LOOK UP TO HIM.
I LOOK UP TO HIM!
Do you know how often that has happened in my life?
Especially with anyone who’s attempted to date me?
I admire him. I want to be more like him. It’s incredible.
I never knew it could really be like this. I wanted it to be like this. But disappointments and reality checks came as early as 16. So do you get why I’m a little in shock that this is happening when I’m knocking on 26’s door?
Feelin pretty undeserving and lucky.
Since I was 18 here’s how it’s gone:
Nashville>Lynchburg>Colorado Springs>Lynchburg>Pigeon Forge>Lynchburg>Orlando>Roanoke>Nashville>New York>Nashville>Lynchburg>Wytheville>New York>Lynchburg.
And all those twisty winding roads led me right here.
Wonder what kind of surprise might pop up on your winding road when you’re not expecting it. Better keep your eyes open and chin up…or you could miss it.