I just had one of the best weekends of my life, following one of the OTHER best weekends of my life
Road trip, drinking with friends in a tiny bar, and then in a shitty, CREEPY little motel in the middle of nowhere New Mexico, waking up to the most beautiful view, driving up the mountain in piles of gorgeous, pristine snow, getting stuck in said snow, trekking up with all of our gear to the destination, coming back down to dig and push the cars out of the snow, hours of walking around in the snowy woods, everybody pitching in to make a meal together, playing a huge round of charades, Apples to Apples, making a fire in a wood stove to warm up the weird little library we were camping out in, having a mini-sleepover with my 3 best friends from studio, venturing out into the dark woods late at night to go to the bathroom and scaring the shit out of a friend, waking up sore from everything, and stuffy from the wood stove, making breakfast, driving back home
so much laughter. SO much bonding with beautiful, awesome people. And for the first time in the LONGEST time, I got to REALLY relax, and have three days where I didn’t fucking think about my future or anything stressful ONCE. And this was following my beautiful 21st birthday-weekend with my loved ones, so all of the happy just piled on top of itself
Oh my god, I am so fucking happy. Like, really, truly happy. And that is rare.