If you get chilly, here take my sweater

Hard to believe January is almost over, isn't it? The weather reminds me of the hippie sixties...kind of chill and grey, but beautiful at the same time. I was walking down the hill the other day and it just seemed appropriate to be listening to the Beatles. It was also inauguration day, which made John Lennon's Imagine seem even more meaningful. You know, I went through a lot last semester -- got my heart broken, fell apart, completely shut myself away -- but when I look in the mirror, I see someone stronger...wiser, I dare say. I'm not saying I know the way of the world or that I'm the smartest when it comes to decisions, but...I've grown up a lot lately. I've never been quite this happy. Not like my life is some tragic love song, but everything is just...in place. It seems right and I don't doubt any of it. I love the relationship I'm in, he's...the cheese to my macaroni. School is going great -- I chose to stick with my 8am French class. It's pretty logical. I almost like getting up that early every morning. I feel like I'm not wasting the day away by sleeping...bah! My family seems to be getting back on track. I miss them, though. I feel kind of isolated here at school, but I guess that's part of the process. Candy is having baby Caden on February 13th -- I couldn't be more excited. I'll probably go ahead and take charge of Conor so Pop Pop, Nana, and Chris can focus on the new baby and Candy. 

Not much else to write...I'm content. Not fidgety. Not restless. Myself has come home...and I feel more alive than ever.