I just got home. I saw New Moon at 4pm today. It was okay.
But people, I just got home!
Tonight was the first time this extremely long month that I’ve actually felt … alive. I don’t know if it was the old faces or the adults who have seen a fair amount of life and can relate to each other or the sarcasm or cussing Mormons, but I haven’t felt this comfortable in a long time. The past three hours were so stimulating, yet relaxing. I laughed heaps tonight. Harder and more than … I don’t remember when. It felt so good. It felt like home. On my way to the car from my friends’ home, I nearly cried, I felt so grateful and so … uplifted.
Maybe part of it is I’m a bit surer of myself than when these people last saw me. Maybe part of it is that these people have known me since I was 10 years old. Maybe part of it is I’m one of the coolest things that has ever returned to this town. Maybe it’s a bunch of things.
All I know is I liked it.
I loved it.