Tonight more than any night yet, it really hit me how happy I am to be back. Standing outside at my apartment building, wearing a heavy sweater underneath a sweatshirt with a hat and a scarf, holding a beer in a mittened hand, I looked around at my friends and couldn’t stop a smile from spreading its way across my face. It wasn’t planned, there was no evite, it was just a night like any other, but shifting my weight from foot to foot to stay warm, I felt special. I felt accepted. I felt like I had a place; no matter how adrift I may be, I had a place. And I felt so lucky.
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