It sounds so young. And yet, in the past year, I feel like I’ve been forced to grow and stretch in ways I didn’t know I could.

In this year, I fell in love with the love of my life and in this year I lost him. I know many of you have questions and assumptions.  Don’t. We loved and “sometimes it lasts in love and sometimes it hurts instead.”  After months of tears and sad love songs, I chose to move on.  Some of you may not understand my decisions and that’s ok.

In this year, I focused on friendships more, didn’t, and did again.  Esperanza, Alex, Cris, Abby, Liz, and yes, even you Felipeee, mean the world to me. Your friendship has carried me through the years more than you know. I love you each deeply and in my own socially awkward, but forever loyal way.  And I miss your faces like, well.  In this year, I met Sam and well, let my heart begin anew.

In this year, I paid my own taxes for the first time. I rented my first real apartment. I got the title to my car. I paid car insurance for the first time. I dropped my phone in the toilet for the first time. I bought my first Mac. I retired from GYC. I finished my first year of grad school. I moved across the country.

This past year I deepened my friendship/familyship with my second family (Dutras!).  This past year I stood by one of my best friends and watched her find her happiness and get married.  This past year, I fulfilled a dream I never thought I would: I spoke at GYC.  This past year, I started to find myself.

And yes, the pain has been savage.  But the joy has been spectacular.

I regret nothing.  I’ve loved and lost and still somehow am standing here.

Here’s to another year.  Thanks for being a part of my journey thus far.  Love to you all!

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