my hair. my smile. i'm home.

I am finally at home. In my bed. Singing to Jill Scott in the worst voice EVER known to man, but dammit, this is my SONG. I'm so excited to be here. My grandmother was so happy to see me that she cried. She had no idea that I was back. She almost jumped out of her wheelchair to hug me. I have never seen anyone that happy to see me. Scratch that, my friend Erikan cried when she saw me in the school dining hall. Did I really have an effect on all of these people? Everyone at my institution that said they missed me really missed me. It really helped me to look at myself and think, "Wow. Maybe I really am a great person. Maybe I really do have a 'presence'. Maybe I did make an impact on the lives of the people around me." It made me excited for my future. It made me excited for my present. I am so happy to be home. I am so happy to be here. The fear has dissipated. The anxiety has floated away. I'm so relaxed. And I have so much to do.

i'm ready.