White

Today my heart has figuratively swollen to a truly massive size. It's been one of those days where I cry for the friends I miss (you especially, Torontonian), the snow I yearn for, the home I long for, the life I desire. I also cry for the hell of crying. I have a day once in a while in which I suggest people back off from me, because the smallest thing will set me off, like a fish or a jacket. Pretty normal, eh?

Last night was my lovely cousin's 24th birthday party. I hired one of my... angsty, drama-plagued friends to play the guitar and sign for us because despite his gloomy back story, his talent is undeniable. He hushed all of us with his unearthly voice and confident hands. After solemn moments of listening to great music, we all threw our ages aside and played musical chairs to the Mario theme! A few people fell on my lap and sat on my feet (and I have bruises to prove it!), and I kept losing to the same pair of cousins. It was all in good fun, though. By the end of the night, the guitarist came up to me and said, 'thank you or showing me something I had never seen before this.' I asked him what he meant, and he replied, 'Family love.' In that moment, I was humbled. I couldn't believe that I was seething at my parents because they won't let me travel, when this guy was pouring his heart out to me because he didn't have any family. How tactless of me! I'm eternally grateful for the beautiful and diverse family I have and I'm happy to know that despite everything, I'll always have them to turn to help me back up.