Going Home

I have been in California for a week. And it was crazy busy. Between celebrating my sisters' graduation achievements and preparing for this wedding, I am just so tired. But I got a lot done while I was here.

We finalized the bridal shower plans, we hashed out the wedding and reception plans, we found the location for wedding photos, we ordered favors for the receptions, and I found my dress. But more importantly, I found the answer to a question that I have been asking myself for a little while now.

New York, not California is my home now. I miss my family and friends when I am gone, but I was meant to be in NYC. It is hard to say if it has more to do with Juan or the fact that I feel inspired and like everything is possible for me there.

I won't lie and say everything in NY is easy. In fact it's exactly the opposite. Juan and I struggle and I am still trying to find my place there. But struggling together and seeing what is out there if I take the right chances and make the right choices is exciting.

I did not realize that I felt this way about NY until I was visiting my old job on Thursday night. I saw some of the staff and one asked me how I was doing. I answered "I'm good." And he said back, "You look happy."

Since I got back people have commented that I look good because I have lost weight or that I just look good in general, but when he said that I looked happy I knew that was what was different.

I am happy. Being with the one person in the world that you really love and want to live with for the rest of your life makes you happy. No it brings you joy. And that feels good. I hope I continue to wear that happiness on my face for the rest of my life.