There's this feeling I can't really describe of being surrounded by people who love you enough to not force you to abandon parts of yourself to love them. They love you despite yourself and if anything, bring you so much closer to who you are by cultivating a space where you can just be. I am so grateful for my aunt and my grandmother who are, slowly but surely, bringing me back to myself.
Though it's always brimming with children running around, the local library is one of my favourite places to be. I try to squeeze in a trip at least once a month in order to actively take out some books to read for pleasure as opposed to academic interests and so far, 2017 has treated me… Continue reading Review: Our Souls at Night