I've been thinking tonight. Life is starting to get so real. We're just a few weeks shy of the second semester, meaning that I have less than five months of knowing exactly where I'll be and what I'll be doing. It's funny, actually, how afraid I use to be of the future, because now, as it gets closer and closer, I'm starting to realize that everything is going to work out just fine.
Kelsie and Hannah slept over last night. Grade twelve has brought me closer to so many people, but these two friendships are something I am so grateful for. We laughed until we cried and made tea (and hot chocolate for Kelsie) before huddling on my bed and talking for hours and hours by candlelight. It was one of those good life talks. The kind I crave, the ones where we question everything and can't find the right words to express the things floating through our heads.
It was good, life is good.