27.

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There is an uncertain amount of fear that you relinquish yourself to at the end of your twenties. Who am I? Where am I going? I ask myself these questions at least 20 times a day. Nervousness and apprehension makes up the bulk of the earlier years, as you rest on eventually what is practical. Your own impulses however, are an exercise in rebelliousness at its very best!

If you don't ask yourself these questions, simply embark upon the adventure, and for that sole purpose alone make it the life's work of your early twenties ... to explore. I've been on many adventures, not necessarily life changing one's but the spirit of the people who had already traveled my road inspired me to take risks. Reaching outside of my comfort zone, I got to see the part of the world that I only could have dreamed of.

I challenge you to do the same.

I turned 27 on Friday, March 20th, and I think for once, I've finally found home. I searched for it, but really this was the place all along. When I was younger NC was our refuge, a place for my parents to figure out their destructive marriage, where I was allowed to be a kid, but as a family it is where we became the closest. The Summers I spent here, at our grandmother's lake house, tucked safely into my aunt's waterbed when there were no extras, and the trips I took with all of us crammed into the car are some of my fondest memories. When I think back on all those times I fought it, that it was just this place my parents were able to call home although they were military brats and no place was ever really "home," I fancied putting together my little brick wall which would prevent me from settling for most of my life.

Now, I know what I want.

Except, I'm living in it. Scour. Search. Look far and wide, but know that home will hit all at once, or little by little, just like me. It is where your truth lies, and your courage will be it's deepest of brave.



xo,
C