When your person feels like home

Home to me has always been where I grew up, an address I remember almost instantaneously. And in the last few years, it’s mostly been a memory decked with stills of my childhood and young adult life. But the more I think about it, considering, the attachment isn’t with the house itslef but with those that make it home – family, friends, pets, moments. Home has always been these peoeple that ease every question and worry by really being around you with no barriers and restrictions.

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Love isn’t perfection

Love is a myriad of moments and emotions and stolen smiles. It is text messages and the kisses he leaves on your forehead, it is fears enveloped in laughter and kisses mixed with alcohol. It is holding a new pair of hands and walking in the rain. It is sharing a box of nuggets in the park and studying together by candlelight. It makes you live and helps you forgive. What it isn’t is perfection. In fact, it is anything but. Often, it can be flawed but most other times it is beautiful, just like this moment—covered in light, content, committed, warm, delicious and cuddly.

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Gigs & Guitars

I can’t remember the last time it was as easy to feel at home with someone you hadn’t ever met before. In between Pancake Parlour, the Coldplay concert and the 229 patio, I found two of my best friends. It’s one of the best stories to share as far as serendipitous friendships go – from attending concerts as strangers to living together as soul-friends.

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You’re my favourite hurricane

Our decisions might fight back and life could knock us off course but together, we’re here to breathe, meeting our future as it becomes our present.

From being a force of energy that holds the power to consume me, you are more importantly my centre of gravity. You complete me. Let’s find that joy, maybe?

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Maybe someday

You’ve got to hurt before you heal. What if we wait too long? I don’t want to wake up with regret.

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