Holy CRAP do I have a lot of homework to catch up on.
But, regardless of all that, I wanted to take a few minutes to jot down a few thoughts about my second trip to Australia before my mind fills with sonnets and poems and literature and God knows what else.
First of all, my parents are SO awesome for letting me come back for Kamal's wedding. I never in a million years thought they would actually let me do such a thing, what with traveling across the world alone and all, but they actually did! I also have to give a bit of credit to my brother, cousins, aunts and uncles who helped the cause as well! To be completely honest, if I didn't have all these pictures, I wouldn't even believe I went - I would have thought it was all just a dream. Next time I should really strap a video camera to my head so I can keep reliving the weekend (haha just kidding, I'm not that crazy). Neerali called me yesterday to briefly ask how the trip was and if I was glad I went, to which I responded without hesitation: "Absolutely, ONE MILLION percent, completely happy I went back." I can't even imagine what it would have been like to not go. I have to say that it was hands down one of the best weekends of my life, and here's why:
I'm going to try to do a quick run-down of each day, but I'll probably come back to this later and fill in the gaps.
I arrived in Coffs Harbour on Thursday around 1pm where Simmi and my parents picked me up from the airport. I gave Simmi a HUGE hug because I was so unbelievably happy to see her! I still couldn't believe I had actually made it out there - it was too unreal. Despite my lack of sleep, I was so hyper and completely bouncing off the walls. When we got back to the house, it was COMPLETELY different from how I left it. (Well, despite the fact that Simmi and Harman were both wearing the exact same clothes they were wearing when I left the first time - made me feel like I hadn't even left at all!) When I left the first time though, everything was pretty quiet and there weren't too many people around, but when I arrived, there were at least 50 people there who I didn't even know, let alone all the other people that I did know, and despite the fact that I smelled like plane and desperately needed a shower, I quickly made my way around for all the Sat Siri Akals and half-hugs and hellos. I also met Kamal as I was trekking up the driveway which was so nice because I kept thinking I wasn't going to be seeing much of her since it was her wedding after all and I knew how busy she must be. In any case, I finally made my way to my parents' room (actually Harman's room that my parents took over) to drop off my luggage and shower. Even though I would be bunking with Simmi and Kamal (how ridiculous are they for letting another person live in their room during such a crazy time!? I don't even know. I would've been perfectly fine sleeping on the ground outside the house with the snakes, but they're all WAY too generous and hospitable for that) I left my things in their room so I wouldn't crowd up the girls' room. While I was talking to my mom and trying to catch my breath from all the excitement, Harman walked in! Not to see me or anything, but just to grab a t-shirt because he didn't miss me at all.
After showering and getting ready super quick, I joined the girls to go decorate the hall for Kamal's Ladies' Sangeet which was to take place later that night. We decorated the room with purple tablecloths plus yellow and purple balloons. It looked so nice! I love that color combination (mainly because it contains purple). Side note: I think I want my wedding colors to be purple and gold like my cousin Gurleen's was in Vancouver. Just saying. Anyways...we blew up balloons, tied them to the centerpieces, and set up the tables. Decorating and blowing up balloons is so up my alley from all the work I do here on ISA board. When we were almost finished, we realized we ran out of tablecloths and went to get more supplies for the hall. I never knew tablecloths were so expensive! But they're definitely not cheap. We headed back to the hall and were joined by Harman and some of the boys and we quickly finished up all the decorations.
We headed back to the house to get dolled up, dressed, and ready for the Sangeet. Sim and I ended up making a bunch of trips back and forth to pick up people and drop them off, as well as to run random errands, which I didn't mind doing at all. I love car rides in Coffs Harbour!
Okay I'm bored with my own writing. I can go on and on and talk about the beautiful Sangeet and all the other parties and traditions and customs, but I can't keep writing out this timeline!
As much as I loved literally every single SECOND of my (first and) second trip, I'm not a newspaper so there's really no need for me to report all the facts of what happened when and whatever. The pictures speak enough for all that. I want to talk about something else, but first, just a brief recap of my favorite moments from the weekend (in no particular order, except the first and last ones):
Simmi's hug at the airport. Bare feet. Baby Reet and Diya. Tattoo talk/drawings. Sneaking out for KFC. "Mackers". Ice cream from Wendy's. Cadbury Koala bear. Shopping for "earache medicine". High heels that were no help/did nothing. Being the shortest person in the history of the Sohi family. Violent scissor battle. Delicious cake at morning tea. Saving the world's best burfi from the trashcan. "What do you mean you're not 'part of the bridal party'?!?!" Helium tank. Family tree/diagram. All the "bad luck" - jago dropping, flour spilling, bangle misordering. Purple and yellow, red and gold. Harman making the entire Gurdwara cry. Pointless conversations till 3am. Gemini and Taurus, S and H. Piggyback rides. Bunking with the bride. Staking the fridge with drinks. Harman admitting that he actually read my blog. Certain cousins being the biggest picture-whores on the planet. Simmi's and my "favorite person". Avatar Chachaji: "Harman, go get your sister some water"...comes back with water for everyone except me. Driving by the mirror at the hotel/resort. Reet playing with my bracelets. Almost getting tossed off the balcony. Sleeping at 3am, waking up at 3:15am. Best milkshake ever. Ferrero Rocher chocolate. Borrowing Simmi's super snuggly jumper. Video of Tajinder Taiaji sleeping. "Leen, wanna go for a drive!?" Pink/salmon shirt. Simmi's bleeding ears. Earring-inserting techniques. Vici's favorite life moments and our heart-to-heart. "Reserved for the Sohi Family." Harman coming back from Brisbane. Grocery trolleys. Harman completely stopping the car every time I wanted to take a picture. "I'm sexy and I know it." Raspberry lemonade. Late-night question games. Simmi jumping the fence so we could sneak into the hot tub. Nearly drowning in the ten-feet deep pool. Harman standing in the ten-feet deep pool. Blue shirt with the babies. Monster snake chillin in the middle of the road. Sitting in the bride and groom chairs. Either never finding my own shoes to wear, or going without wearing any. Powerade addictions. Hair and make-up before the sun was up. Driving around in the Audis, the Pajaro, and my personal favorite - the stick-shift pick-up truck. Photo booth. Amazing music. Swimming in the rain. Swerving on the street to find kangaroos. Spiked cokes and orange soda. "Nugget." Harman's hug at the airport.
I know that might not seem like a lot, and I know there are a million more, but I really wish I could just freeze each of those moments, minus the snake ones.
In any case, the memories from the pictures will last forever, but I wanted to make sure I got a chance to at least attempt to write down how I felt while I was there. I feel like my friends here in the states think I'm obsessed with my cousins or something because I never stop talking about them and how I want to go back, but the truth is, that I actually am kind of crazy about them. Throughout the entire wedding, and even during my first trip, I can't even begin to describe how absolutely amazing they made me feel while I was there, and how much I admire them. This past year has been incredibly rough, without a doubt one of the craziest most stressful, heart-breaking years of my life with the worst emotional turmoil quite possibly ever, and yet they made this trip for me such a welcoming, refreshing, breath of fresh air. I would never in a million years want to go through what I went through again, but if it means I get to see them at the end of the year, I'd at least consider it. Even though Kamal was getting married, and I have had hardly known these guys for two weeks now (I literally met them two weeks ago), I was more involved and included in their wedding than I've ever felt with anyone else, including cousins that I've known my entire life who live within just a few miles of me! How is that even possible??
When I thought about coming back for the wedding, I figured I would be sitting on the sidelines, observing from a distance, enjoying the great food and company. I thought surely I'd feel at least a LITTLE bit neglected, considering how much attention they gave Suny and me during my first trip - there was no way they could do that again. I thought that hopefully feeling left out might even help me get over them so I won't miss them as much when I had to leave. Again.
And, I was wrong of course.
On one of the nights before the wedding, I don't even know how this came up (I think it was while Harman was asking me why I never wore the right color for the right day - colors I had no idea about). But in any case, I was talking with him and mentioned how given that I've only known the family for such a short amount of time, I didn't really consider myself part of the bridal party or a person who had any sort of role, whether big or small, in the actual progression of the wedding. I was more of a spectator or bystander of sorts, admiring from afar. That didn't settle too well with him. I think that might have actually been the first time he got seriously mad at me! (I was a little scared, I have to admit, now that I'm back here all safe and sound.) He reassured me that that wasn't the case at all, that I should be like Simmi's shadow, the way Simmi is Kamal's shadow, or to just be Kamal's shadow. His point was the same that everyone else had been saying and I wasn't hearing - that they wanted me to actually be part of the wedding, because I am their sister. Whatever they do, I do. After that talk, I felt a million times better than my already energetic and high-as-the-sky self that takes shape when I'm in Australia.
Actually getting to be a person in the wedding was so much fun and so amazing. I never in a million years thought I would be one of the sisters holding the ribbon to prevent Sukhie from entering the Gurdwara, or that I would get a shoutout during Simmi's speech at the reception (still a little shocked at that), or that I would get to share a bed with Kamal the night before her wedding. It's so easy for a bystander to get lost in the craziness of a wedding (I can't even count the number of times it's happened to me) but they've definitely showed me the right way to treat every single person at my own wedding or any wedding I'm a part of - with love and respect, as though I really really want them to be there.
I honestly feel closer to these kids than I've felt with my first cousins (with the exception of Neetu of course), and I found myself once again longing to stay back. The truth is, I don't just want to be a person in their wedding, but I just want to be a person in their lives. I want to go for late-night drives, nearly get eaten by snakes, and trek up the monster steep driveway. I want to learn what the heck Rugby is about and why the players have to wear their socks over their shoes, and maybe even go to one of Harman's matches, or games or whatever they're called. I want to be there for Simmi and pick at her brain about history or math or boys or life or anything else she wants to talk about. I want to help her put her earrings in so they don't bleed her ears to death and help her memorize all those math formulas she's got posted on her shower door (sorry, Sims, I had to out your secret). It breaks my heart being so far away when all I want to do is be able to put my shoes on while sitting on the questionable bench Harman made, or wake up to the amazing view from Simmi's balcony next to the best roommate ever, or go to the farm and pluck blueberries right off the vine and eat them. I can't even so much as look at blueberries here in the states without my stomach churning.
I'm facing some major Australia Withdrawal Syndrome right now. I keep telling myself that things would be different if I was still there, that Simmi and Harman will be starting school and it won't be all fun and games anymore, but that's not even what it's about. It's not even the places we went to, or what was happening, or what we did that I miss - it's the people. It's my cousins. It's the feeling that I know I could probably be just about anywhere in the world with these people and still have the same unforgettable memories and know that they could put a smile on my face at any given moment simply by being in their company. They really do have a gift, and it's hard for me to think of ever getting sick of them. My favorite parts of my trip would have to be when one of my cousins would call out to me: "Leen! Wanna go for a drive!?" and I couldn't wait to go wherever we were going, even if it was just to the gas station. All the driving around really allowed me to spend some quality time with them, see the city, and get a breath of air from the house. Regardless of how much I think of myself as some missing puzzle piece and Australia being the unfinished puzzle, I have to be positive and live in my moment - here and now.
At this point in my life, I don't really know where I'm headed after graduation. I'm thinking about going for my Masters, and the more I think about a Masters degree from an Australian university, the more I'm liking the idea. My dad's only stipulation was that he wants me to go to a school that's better than GWU for my Masters, and after a bit of research, that is quite possible, considering Australia has some amazing schools that are in the top 100 of the world. Granted, I won't be in Coffs Harbour, but I'll still be close, and God knows I need a change of scenery. Now the only problem is actually getting into them.
I keep telling myself that each day that goes by is one day closer to seeing them again or going back to Australia again, right? So I should just make the most of each of my days until then so that when I do get to go back or I do get to see them, I'll at least have made some sort of progress in my life instead of being so sad. Which I'm not. My friends have helped a lot with that. Last week on the night before I left for the wedding, Neerali came over to listen to my stories about my first trip and I remember telling her how unreal this all is and how a week from that moment, I would be back there sitting with her and telling her stories and my second trip to Australia would all be over. It's been a few days since I got back, but she came over again earlier today, and we were really astonished at how fast time goes by and how much can happen in such a short time frame. The thing is that time goes by whether we like it or not - it's a constant measurement that'll keep moving regardless of where our heads or our hearts are. We've just got to keep going with it, because before we know it, those events that we so long await will be here, and then they'll be over. That doesn't mean I should stop living while I wait for them to get here, it just means I've got something worth living for and worth looking forward to.
And hey, if nothing else, now at least I actually know that I have some of the best cousins in the entire world. They might be all the way across that world, but they're also only a Skype call or Facebook message away. To my cousins and my family overseas - thank you all for such a truly incredible, worthwhile, and unforgettable time. You guys really know what it means to be a family, and I am so thankful to be a part of it. I love you guys.
Until next time,
<3
But, regardless of all that, I wanted to take a few minutes to jot down a few thoughts about my second trip to Australia before my mind fills with sonnets and poems and literature and God knows what else.
First of all, my parents are SO awesome for letting me come back for Kamal's wedding. I never in a million years thought they would actually let me do such a thing, what with traveling across the world alone and all, but they actually did! I also have to give a bit of credit to my brother, cousins, aunts and uncles who helped the cause as well! To be completely honest, if I didn't have all these pictures, I wouldn't even believe I went - I would have thought it was all just a dream. Next time I should really strap a video camera to my head so I can keep reliving the weekend (haha just kidding, I'm not that crazy). Neerali called me yesterday to briefly ask how the trip was and if I was glad I went, to which I responded without hesitation: "Absolutely, ONE MILLION percent, completely happy I went back." I can't even imagine what it would have been like to not go. I have to say that it was hands down one of the best weekends of my life, and here's why:
I'm going to try to do a quick run-down of each day, but I'll probably come back to this later and fill in the gaps.
I arrived in Coffs Harbour on Thursday around 1pm where Simmi and my parents picked me up from the airport. I gave Simmi a HUGE hug because I was so unbelievably happy to see her! I still couldn't believe I had actually made it out there - it was too unreal. Despite my lack of sleep, I was so hyper and completely bouncing off the walls. When we got back to the house, it was COMPLETELY different from how I left it. (Well, despite the fact that Simmi and Harman were both wearing the exact same clothes they were wearing when I left the first time - made me feel like I hadn't even left at all!) When I left the first time though, everything was pretty quiet and there weren't too many people around, but when I arrived, there were at least 50 people there who I didn't even know, let alone all the other people that I did know, and despite the fact that I smelled like plane and desperately needed a shower, I quickly made my way around for all the Sat Siri Akals and half-hugs and hellos. I also met Kamal as I was trekking up the driveway which was so nice because I kept thinking I wasn't going to be seeing much of her since it was her wedding after all and I knew how busy she must be. In any case, I finally made my way to my parents' room (actually Harman's room that my parents took over) to drop off my luggage and shower. Even though I would be bunking with Simmi and Kamal (how ridiculous are they for letting another person live in their room during such a crazy time!? I don't even know. I would've been perfectly fine sleeping on the ground outside the house with the snakes, but they're all WAY too generous and hospitable for that) I left my things in their room so I wouldn't crowd up the girls' room. While I was talking to my mom and trying to catch my breath from all the excitement, Harman walked in! Not to see me or anything, but just to grab a t-shirt because he didn't miss me at all.
After showering and getting ready super quick, I joined the girls to go decorate the hall for Kamal's Ladies' Sangeet which was to take place later that night. We decorated the room with purple tablecloths plus yellow and purple balloons. It looked so nice! I love that color combination (mainly because it contains purple). Side note: I think I want my wedding colors to be purple and gold like my cousin Gurleen's was in Vancouver. Just saying. Anyways...we blew up balloons, tied them to the centerpieces, and set up the tables. Decorating and blowing up balloons is so up my alley from all the work I do here on ISA board. When we were almost finished, we realized we ran out of tablecloths and went to get more supplies for the hall. I never knew tablecloths were so expensive! But they're definitely not cheap. We headed back to the hall and were joined by Harman and some of the boys and we quickly finished up all the decorations.
We headed back to the house to get dolled up, dressed, and ready for the Sangeet. Sim and I ended up making a bunch of trips back and forth to pick up people and drop them off, as well as to run random errands, which I didn't mind doing at all. I love car rides in Coffs Harbour!
Okay I'm bored with my own writing. I can go on and on and talk about the beautiful Sangeet and all the other parties and traditions and customs, but I can't keep writing out this timeline!
As much as I loved literally every single SECOND of my (first and) second trip, I'm not a newspaper so there's really no need for me to report all the facts of what happened when and whatever. The pictures speak enough for all that. I want to talk about something else, but first, just a brief recap of my favorite moments from the weekend (in no particular order, except the first and last ones):
Simmi's hug at the airport. Bare feet. Baby Reet and Diya. Tattoo talk/drawings. Sneaking out for KFC. "Mackers". Ice cream from Wendy's. Cadbury Koala bear. Shopping for "earache medicine". High heels that were no help/did nothing. Being the shortest person in the history of the Sohi family. Violent scissor battle. Delicious cake at morning tea. Saving the world's best burfi from the trashcan. "What do you mean you're not 'part of the bridal party'?!?!" Helium tank. Family tree/diagram. All the "bad luck" - jago dropping, flour spilling, bangle misordering. Purple and yellow, red and gold. Harman making the entire Gurdwara cry. Pointless conversations till 3am. Gemini and Taurus, S and H. Piggyback rides. Bunking with the bride. Staking the fridge with drinks. Harman admitting that he actually read my blog. Certain cousins being the biggest picture-whores on the planet. Simmi's and my "favorite person". Avatar Chachaji: "Harman, go get your sister some water"...comes back with water for everyone except me. Driving by the mirror at the hotel/resort. Reet playing with my bracelets. Almost getting tossed off the balcony. Sleeping at 3am, waking up at 3:15am. Best milkshake ever. Ferrero Rocher chocolate. Borrowing Simmi's super snuggly jumper. Video of Tajinder Taiaji sleeping. "Leen, wanna go for a drive!?" Pink/salmon shirt. Simmi's bleeding ears. Earring-inserting techniques. Vici's favorite life moments and our heart-to-heart. "Reserved for the Sohi Family." Harman coming back from Brisbane. Grocery trolleys. Harman completely stopping the car every time I wanted to take a picture. "I'm sexy and I know it." Raspberry lemonade. Late-night question games. Simmi jumping the fence so we could sneak into the hot tub. Nearly drowning in the ten-feet deep pool. Harman standing in the ten-feet deep pool. Blue shirt with the babies. Monster snake chillin in the middle of the road. Sitting in the bride and groom chairs. Either never finding my own shoes to wear, or going without wearing any. Powerade addictions. Hair and make-up before the sun was up. Driving around in the Audis, the Pajaro, and my personal favorite - the stick-shift pick-up truck. Photo booth. Amazing music. Swimming in the rain. Swerving on the street to find kangaroos. Spiked cokes and orange soda. "Nugget." Harman's hug at the airport.
I know that might not seem like a lot, and I know there are a million more, but I really wish I could just freeze each of those moments, minus the snake ones.
In any case, the memories from the pictures will last forever, but I wanted to make sure I got a chance to at least attempt to write down how I felt while I was there. I feel like my friends here in the states think I'm obsessed with my cousins or something because I never stop talking about them and how I want to go back, but the truth is, that I actually am kind of crazy about them. Throughout the entire wedding, and even during my first trip, I can't even begin to describe how absolutely amazing they made me feel while I was there, and how much I admire them. This past year has been incredibly rough, without a doubt one of the craziest most stressful, heart-breaking years of my life with the worst emotional turmoil quite possibly ever, and yet they made this trip for me such a welcoming, refreshing, breath of fresh air. I would never in a million years want to go through what I went through again, but if it means I get to see them at the end of the year, I'd at least consider it. Even though Kamal was getting married, and I have had hardly known these guys for two weeks now (I literally met them two weeks ago), I was more involved and included in their wedding than I've ever felt with anyone else, including cousins that I've known my entire life who live within just a few miles of me! How is that even possible??
When I thought about coming back for the wedding, I figured I would be sitting on the sidelines, observing from a distance, enjoying the great food and company. I thought surely I'd feel at least a LITTLE bit neglected, considering how much attention they gave Suny and me during my first trip - there was no way they could do that again. I thought that hopefully feeling left out might even help me get over them so I won't miss them as much when I had to leave. Again.
And, I was wrong of course.
On one of the nights before the wedding, I don't even know how this came up (I think it was while Harman was asking me why I never wore the right color for the right day - colors I had no idea about). But in any case, I was talking with him and mentioned how given that I've only known the family for such a short amount of time, I didn't really consider myself part of the bridal party or a person who had any sort of role, whether big or small, in the actual progression of the wedding. I was more of a spectator or bystander of sorts, admiring from afar. That didn't settle too well with him. I think that might have actually been the first time he got seriously mad at me! (I was a little scared, I have to admit, now that I'm back here all safe and sound.) He reassured me that that wasn't the case at all, that I should be like Simmi's shadow, the way Simmi is Kamal's shadow, or to just be Kamal's shadow. His point was the same that everyone else had been saying and I wasn't hearing - that they wanted me to actually be part of the wedding, because I am their sister. Whatever they do, I do. After that talk, I felt a million times better than my already energetic and high-as-the-sky self that takes shape when I'm in Australia.
Actually getting to be a person in the wedding was so much fun and so amazing. I never in a million years thought I would be one of the sisters holding the ribbon to prevent Sukhie from entering the Gurdwara, or that I would get a shoutout during Simmi's speech at the reception (still a little shocked at that), or that I would get to share a bed with Kamal the night before her wedding. It's so easy for a bystander to get lost in the craziness of a wedding (I can't even count the number of times it's happened to me) but they've definitely showed me the right way to treat every single person at my own wedding or any wedding I'm a part of - with love and respect, as though I really really want them to be there.
I honestly feel closer to these kids than I've felt with my first cousins (with the exception of Neetu of course), and I found myself once again longing to stay back. The truth is, I don't just want to be a person in their wedding, but I just want to be a person in their lives. I want to go for late-night drives, nearly get eaten by snakes, and trek up the monster steep driveway. I want to learn what the heck Rugby is about and why the players have to wear their socks over their shoes, and maybe even go to one of Harman's matches, or games or whatever they're called. I want to be there for Simmi and pick at her brain about history or math or boys or life or anything else she wants to talk about. I want to help her put her earrings in so they don't bleed her ears to death and help her memorize all those math formulas she's got posted on her shower door (sorry, Sims, I had to out your secret). It breaks my heart being so far away when all I want to do is be able to put my shoes on while sitting on the questionable bench Harman made, or wake up to the amazing view from Simmi's balcony next to the best roommate ever, or go to the farm and pluck blueberries right off the vine and eat them. I can't even so much as look at blueberries here in the states without my stomach churning.
I'm facing some major Australia Withdrawal Syndrome right now. I keep telling myself that things would be different if I was still there, that Simmi and Harman will be starting school and it won't be all fun and games anymore, but that's not even what it's about. It's not even the places we went to, or what was happening, or what we did that I miss - it's the people. It's my cousins. It's the feeling that I know I could probably be just about anywhere in the world with these people and still have the same unforgettable memories and know that they could put a smile on my face at any given moment simply by being in their company. They really do have a gift, and it's hard for me to think of ever getting sick of them. My favorite parts of my trip would have to be when one of my cousins would call out to me: "Leen! Wanna go for a drive!?" and I couldn't wait to go wherever we were going, even if it was just to the gas station. All the driving around really allowed me to spend some quality time with them, see the city, and get a breath of air from the house. Regardless of how much I think of myself as some missing puzzle piece and Australia being the unfinished puzzle, I have to be positive and live in my moment - here and now.
At this point in my life, I don't really know where I'm headed after graduation. I'm thinking about going for my Masters, and the more I think about a Masters degree from an Australian university, the more I'm liking the idea. My dad's only stipulation was that he wants me to go to a school that's better than GWU for my Masters, and after a bit of research, that is quite possible, considering Australia has some amazing schools that are in the top 100 of the world. Granted, I won't be in Coffs Harbour, but I'll still be close, and God knows I need a change of scenery. Now the only problem is actually getting into them.
I keep telling myself that each day that goes by is one day closer to seeing them again or going back to Australia again, right? So I should just make the most of each of my days until then so that when I do get to go back or I do get to see them, I'll at least have made some sort of progress in my life instead of being so sad. Which I'm not. My friends have helped a lot with that. Last week on the night before I left for the wedding, Neerali came over to listen to my stories about my first trip and I remember telling her how unreal this all is and how a week from that moment, I would be back there sitting with her and telling her stories and my second trip to Australia would all be over. It's been a few days since I got back, but she came over again earlier today, and we were really astonished at how fast time goes by and how much can happen in such a short time frame. The thing is that time goes by whether we like it or not - it's a constant measurement that'll keep moving regardless of where our heads or our hearts are. We've just got to keep going with it, because before we know it, those events that we so long await will be here, and then they'll be over. That doesn't mean I should stop living while I wait for them to get here, it just means I've got something worth living for and worth looking forward to.
And hey, if nothing else, now at least I actually know that I have some of the best cousins in the entire world. They might be all the way across that world, but they're also only a Skype call or Facebook message away. To my cousins and my family overseas - thank you all for such a truly incredible, worthwhile, and unforgettable time. You guys really know what it means to be a family, and I am so thankful to be a part of it. I love you guys.
Until next time,
<3
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