Originally, it was very inefficient. There wasn't any counter space and the appliances were just unusable. It was about half the size it was now.

We are very much enjoying it. We designed it to have people over and to have parties.

I just didn't realize what we were in for. Nobody tells you these things. It's like childbirth.

YOU are the creator of your experience, therefore: all problems must be met within YOU.

You can decorate absence however you want- but your still gonna feel what’s missing.

I didn't leave right away. I stayed in the woods. I heard the faint voices of other people. I felt the cold against my skin. But mostly, I was aware of my own heavy breathing, my own thoughts, my own past, present, and future.

I realized then, and would have to keep realizing in all the years to come:

It didn't matter if I was the kind of girl who had sex, of the kind of girl who had her portrait on a wall in the library, or the kind of girl who got into the best college, or the kind of girl who didn't tell her parents everything, or the kind of girl who teachers loved.

I just needed to be okay with all the kinds of girl I was.