These golden gates? They'll be in my sights come end of June.
That's right. I'm going to San Francisco. I've never been there, ever. I've never even been to California. But I'm going. With my parents. For eight days. And I get my own hotel room.
I will walk streets I've never walked, breathe in air that fills my lungs with newness and possibility. I will take pictures and make memories and spend time with people I love. My mom! She'll be there! Do you know what that feels like? She's doing so well! She's come so far from those scary days of not-so-long ago.
I have something to look forward to.
And that helps the depression lift ever. so. slightly. Just like the fog rising from those golden gates.