Driving to a friend’s house, I blinked back the tears…and laughed. I couldn’t help but think of how different I feel…how familiar I feel. I am myself. For the first time in years, I am not thinking how I don’t fit in, how awkward and out of place I feel in life in general. I don’t feel that. I feel life. And it is beautiful. It is amazing. It is joyful. So I cry. And I laugh. And I love it. I LOVE it. I am glad beyond glad and I wish I had the words to describe it, but am so much more enamored and entangled by the fact that no description could ever do. It is indescribable in the best way and I am filled in a way I could never explain.