If you told 25-year-old me that 27-year-old me would be living in a gorgeous house in an awesome neighborhood with an incredible fella and an awesomely adorable corgi, I wouldn't have believed you. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming.
I mean, look at that dog. That dog is rad.
The fella isn't bad, either. I mean, he does stuff like this:
I find myself getting frustrated at the job market here and the difficulty of getting into a master's program and the first-world crisis of wondering what to do with your life, so sometimes it's helpful to reflect on the awesomeness that is life. I've lived on three continents when most people on Earth never travel more than 50 miles from where they were born. I get to have incredible adventures with people I love on a regular basis. People wait hours in line around the block, even in bad weather, and pay to watch us perform. I know djs, photographers, chefs, artists, writers, musicians, activists, and I get to be part of that community. I am happier than I have ever been, and it feels amazing. The biggest problem Mr. Bear and I have is that his long hours keep us from spending all our time together. Because, seriously, we'd never be apart if we didn't have to. We're kind of disgustingly in love.
I love that picture of you and Ponyo! And the picture of you and your fella wasn't bad either. I'm sorry we didn't get a chance to meet him. I love seeing all these pictures of Ponyo and what an awesome life she has now!
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