The world is open to me now. I am caught in what I want to become and what I should become. I have left behind my family and my dear friends. I packed my things, my love, pieces of home, and my cat to places I have never been in. I am in San Francisco reaching goals, learning myself: what is me? where am I?. I am trailing my independent self, back to my true roots, feeling the ground with my two feet, and doing all the "firsts" I only dreamed of six years ago. Life is crazy, complicated, sad but really awesome, inspiring, fun, and good. I can say that I am shedding my teenage self and becoming more of an adult everyday but I am not alone, at least I have the hand I have dreamed to always hold on to, and by each day we learn, grow, and love.
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Author's Note: This is my first story, ever. It's called Love Song, but it's just a title. Enjoy!
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