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I went on a hike yesterday and found an old dirt road I travelled 3 years ago
when I came to visit North Carolina
lost and confused in a transition
taking baking classes at a small bakery tucked up in the mountains on curvy roads
I remembered the energy of the trip - the distance I’ve travelled
from there
to here (this moment).
What appear to be mediocre seems so badass thru my old eyes. It’s all amazing thru those eyes.

How can I forget the journey of the sweet starry eyed girl?

I remember how lost I was after MLL and moving to Boston felt like the wildest things I could’ve done.  It woke me up inside.
I’m not a city person but it was amazing.
its changed it all.