Move to a new place. New job, new people, new future, new hope.
It all gets so overwhelming sometimes.
Then things happen gradually. Sometimes you find you can laugh at his friends' jokes. Sometimes you find they can laugh at yours. And then the more you try to find people to connect with, the more you succeed. A friend over to make sushi (gets em every time!). A walk in the park. And then two bites on a prospective book club that you organize because darn it nobody else is! Not that you know how to run a book club, but you enjoy teaching and reading, and well, you've gone to college and therefore have perfected the art of BSing.
And then you stop and you think about it and realize that, between waking up every morning next to the love of your life and going to work with people whose company you truly enjoy, between knowing that this giant bowl of sky holds your entire future, horizon to horizon, and the knowledge that no, you're not going to have to repeat your parents' mistakes because you're better equipped than they were, between the stars and the river and the sagebrush, between the love and the friendship and the companionship...
You really are truly happy.
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