“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”
California, here I am! I’m home. I'll say it again.. I'M HOME! It’s my first official California sunrise in a long while and I’m officially 23. I don’t hate it. I’m yet again traveling on my birthday. Does four years in a row constitute as a new tradition?
Here’s to a house full of family, food, reuniting, and ample amounts of hugs and love awaiting me. It’s safe to say I’m kind of a big deal today. Yeah, whatever. I said it. It’s my birthday. I can gloat if I want to.
P.s. I bet you have never been greeted by such a sight in your life. This trumps all my airport greetings by far. Don't worry that you don't understand it. Just accept it as sheer genus concocted by young life girls turned sisters at it's finest.
