Sometimes I have to pinch myself to remind myself this new life I'm living isn't a dream. The previous months before college, I fell in love with the idea of small cafes, farmer's markets, bookstores, new friends, and days outside adventuring. All my dreams have come true.
One rainy morning an amazing group of people and I ventured through a small farmer's market lining the edges of the roadside. It was damp and quaint and perfect. We later meandered through a bookstore snuggled into the corner of a building, and I sort of fell in love with books all over again. The worn pages and colorful hard covers stole my heart for half an hour. I walked away with two treasures made of paper and filled with ideas.
One word: grateful.