There is a sea and I am a captain of something unknown, waves high as mountains.

So,

I leave tomorrow! The only two places I’ve ever traveled alone to have been New York City and Chicago. So this is a big one.  My laundry is done. Apartment is cleanish. Travel alerts set. I’ve gotten to see a lot of my friends in the past few days. It’s been great.  I took care of the majority of the anxiety inducing things I wrote about last time.  One left.

I had an eligibility meeting for summer assessment yesterday. That was one thing that was making me anxious. It was for the sister of two boys that I worked with this past school year. They all came and it was wonderful seeing the boys. They are so sweet.  I typically don’t consider myself a person who needs compliments or validation. I rarely got complimented for anything growing up. After my mom died, it took me a while to realize that I was smart and awesome and interesting and worth getting to know. And it’s only been in the past year or so that I’ve learned to sort of take compliments (they don’t make me uncomfortable like they used to). But it’s nice to hear that you’re being missed by kids who definitely have more fun stuff going on in their lives. Also, compliments from other sources that include “mind-blowing” in them are also nice. Heh.

I went to the Signature Lounge earlier this week with friends. It was fun. Love that place. This photo is not from Monday, but from the same place and cool.

Anyway. Later!

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