Seesta Seesta

Today is a bittersweet day.

My younger sister Erin left to Australia this morning.   She’s going to be gone at least 9 months but possibly up to 1 year (depending if she’s having a grand ‘ol time she may stay a little later then planned). She is there to work a little, vacation a lot.

I’m so excited for her to have this year to herself. I think she will gain invaluable life experience and will have the time of her life.  I’ll miss her like crazy though, she’s one of a kind.

Love you air-bear!

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Ps. I also forgot to mention a couple months back that my older sister, Carmen, moved to Europe.  I didn’t mention it on the blog at the time because I wasn’t blogging regularly, but I miss her insane amounts.

(the above picture is one of my favorite pictures from Tyler & my wedding day; It’s not the most glamorous picture but I love how Carmen & I are laughing)

It’s sinking in as I’m writing this post how much I miss those two. As different as the three of us are, we are so important to one another.  I miss them.

❤

Who You Are

I stare at my reflection in the mirror:
"Why am I doing this to myself?"
Losing my mind on a tiny error,
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.

Don’t lose who you are in the blur of the stars
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing
It’s okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it’s hard to follow your heart.
Tears don’t mean you’re losing, everybody’s bruising,
Just be true to who you are.

Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?
I forgot what to do to fit the mould
The more I try the less it’s working
‘Cause everything inside me screams
No, no, no, no, no…

Don’t lose who you are in the blur of the stars
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It’s okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it’s hard to follow your heart
But tears don’t mean you’re losing,
everybody’s bruising,
There’s nothing wrong with who you are

Yes, no’s, egos, fake shows, like whoa
Just go, and leave me alone.
Real talk, real life, good love, goodnight,
With a smile, that’s my home.
That’s my home, no…

Don’t lose who you are in the blur of the stars.
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,
It’s okay not to be okay.
Sometimes it’s hard to follow your heart.
Tears don’t mean you’re losing, everybody’s bruising,
Just be true to who you are.