A certain wonderful person that I love (my daddy) asked me to write about true friends. This is such a broad thing to write about. And I’ve been so busy that I almost forgot to blog today. I have so much momentum, can’t give up yet. But here’s the thing. I love fun things. I love adventures and coming up with fun ideas. But I’m constantly bogged down by those who don’t want to join me. Yet, I’ve suddenly found those who want to join me. Life is a journey, and they’re ready to explore it with me.
A couple days ago I had the idea to do a photo scavenger hunt. I figured I’d bring up the idea and share some dares for photos and then maybe it would happen in a couple weeks. And then my friends asked if we could do it Friday night. So I invited people and we did it! We explored our city, we built community, and I’ve never felt more loved. I’ve never known my friends to be true, to want to do all of the crazy things that I want to try. And the ones who couldn’t come told me how much they wanted to. The ones that did explore with me kept bringing up how fun the night was and want me to plan another one. I’m so down. I am loved. I belong here.
Right now I am sitting in my living room with ten of my new friends. We’re playing music and singing at the top of our lungs. We’re in community. We made tacos. This is community. This is home. Yes, I have true friends back home, but none of them would join me on a crazy dare photo scavenger hunt. They’d rather drink or stay home… or both. Very rarely did I feel heard. I knew that I mattered, but now I can feel my importance. I feel like I’m a part of something. I belong here.