I'm sitting here at the tail end of an unbelievably interesting summer full of lots of lessons, kisses, stories, adventures, smiles, a wedding for good measure, flights, trains, buses, and lots of walking.  As I resonate on the experiences I've been lucky enough to call the story of my summer, I'm struck by one overarching theme.

I don't fancy myself a philosopher or some great mind whose thoughts deserve complete recognition, but there is one thing that I realized I know quite a bit about this summer - I might even say I'm professional at it - and that's how to find good good people in a world full of crazy inconsistencies.  I like to think I'm blessed with a gene that draws me to the type of people who will do more to enrich my life then tear me down, who can share wisdom and tough love when it's needed, people I can trust, who deserve that trust and demand much respect.  I seriously feel like the luckiest girl alive to be graced with so many beautiful people constantly.  And no matter where in the world most of the people whose faces are flashing by in my head as I'm writing this are, they're never too far to forget about, never too far for a phone call.  From Oregon to New York, Jersey to Utah, California to Texas, my heart is insurmountably happy when I consider what beautiful friends I have in so many beautiful places.  I want to live in this moment forever, pure relational bliss.

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