Good morning! I saw SG wants us to write about our happiest memory. I’m fortunate to have a photo of the exact moment! this is my happiest memory, although it didn’t feel like it at the time. At the time I was stressed, it was surreal, I remember texting my mother for support as I drove a whole country away from her. She said “take pictures” of what? I asked. “Everything, you’ll look back so fondly of this growth” she was right. I didn’t know it right then but when I drove across the country I restarted my life and am no where near the girl in this car. I talk about this moment a lot, it was a milestone. This photo has a silly snapchat filter…but that little truck? It holds all my belongings. My car smells like dog breath, and will never recover. That flat horizon bloomed massive mountains. I’ve changed my body. I’ve fed my mind. Every star in that sky are tears on the road, but there’s day light ahead.
This was me moving away from home. This is me making my own path. This is how I got here. This is the start and I have so so so much more. I love this moment.
