Even on days that aren't so perfect-- when I'm cold, digging my car out of the snow; tired; poor; homesick; living in JERSEY (though voluntarily, but seriously?)-- Even on these imperfect days, I still wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Not right now.
I like that my life is ridiculous, and whimsical and fun, and while its unpredictability can be stressful, the stories... Well, I could hardly believe that this is real life either.
And it's mine, all mine.
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