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House Guest

My best friend from middle school and high school, Kelsey, stayed with Sammy and I for a week. It was our first time having a house guest, and it went pretty well! We were all doing our own things most of the day so we weren't together that long. It was nice having someone to eat our food because I always make too much. I also had an excuse to buy ice cream because I wouldn't be the only one eating it :) 

Gerald the fish was happy to see his mommy. His bubble nest was huge! We've never see it this big, and it went upwards as well. 
It was weird having someone else living with us, in that we had to be more aware. We couldn't just walk around without our pants anymore. We had to close the bathroom door. We closed our door at night, making it extremely stuffy. (I had one of the worst panic attacks that I've had in awhile because of the heat, and just being exhausted from going out, and the fact that I'd just been so stressed about whether I might have one or not. I sat in the bathroom for two hours in the middle of the night. Not fun.) 

It was fun getting to catch up and just having someone to vent to with that last few weeks of school stress.
 
Plus, Kelsey taught me how to make fried rice.
 
It was weird spending that much time with Kelsey though. We haven't spent that much time together since high school. So naturally, we talked about high school quite a bit, along with where we are now.
It was just weird having my high school self coming into contact with my self now. I've changed so much, and I'm so thankful for that. I didn't like my high school self. She was so insecure, and selfish. She wasn't comfortable telling people about her dreams. Now here I am, going after them. I'm very spiritual, and completely comfortable with myself. The people I keep close to me uplift me, and I hope I uplift them. I don't pretend to like things I don't. I'm a wife, and look forward to starting a family one day. I'm so proud of me now. Kelsey has changed a lot as well, and I'm happy for her. She's going to Taiwan to teach, and seems happy. 

I'm glad that we got to spend a week together before she goes on her next adventure. 

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