i am so happy to be home. i am stupid-happy to be home. i am happy in the way that i can’t stop smiling because tomorrow i’m gonna wake up whenever i want in my bed and i’ll have car keys and a full day to do whatever i want and go where ever i want. 

but more importantly, i am stupid-happy to be at home because when i step foot in this beautiful home of mine i can remember how happy and lucky i am to have all the great things i have in my life. my family, my friends, my home, my school, and all that other stuff. whenever i’m in the library and that seems like the world i’ll ever know, i can get in a plane and fly home and remember there’s a whole other beautiful loving world out there that i can run back to and know that everything’s great, everything’s gonna be okay, and i can make it.