life. goal.

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

And so I enter (official) Adulthood

So this weekend I got to celebrate my twenty first birthday in the best way I could possibly imagine. My amazing high school friends from back home in Los Angeles made a treacherous 6 hour (longer for some) journey through all kinds of crazy weather to join me and my Santa Cruz friends for the weekend. They can have no idea how happy they made me. We went adventuring through San Francisco all Saturday and a lot of things didn't go quite as planned, but everything always seems to end up okay when I'm with these guys. More than okay in this case. I even got a surprise appearance from the boyfriend who had been out of town! I'm so blessed to have such wonderful people in my life. I felt a lot of love this weekend, and what more can anyone ask for their birthday?