- clean clothes in my room
- kitty by the window
- warm September temperatures comfortable to my bare skin
- smell of fresh coffee
- sun seeping through the shower curtain as I showered.
Things I’m always thankful for these days:
- my health
- parents’ health
- good friends
- good roommates
- being lucky enough to get a good education
I remember I must’ve been three. Laying in bed one morning. My mom had just almost finished helping me change, and I was stubbornly refusing her help for this last button I wanted to button on my own. That’s the first time I remember dreaming about being a grown up, dreaming about being independent. I remember I asked my mom how old do I need to be to be independent, and she said 13. When you’re three and you dream about being 13, it seems like a grand, impossible time that is in a future so distant it seems more improbable to happen than a fairy tale does.
Later on, I remember having this thirst for independence all the way through middle and high school.
Nowadays, I’m not that independent. I’m pretending to be and it comes out as being hard and rough but that’s because I know I’m loved. If I was all alone I don’t know if I would be that “independent”.