I'm from the woods in my backyard
A house overflowing with children
Five acres of hills and trees.
I'm from vintage music posters
Hanging on the watermelon colored walls
Books stacked everywhere imaginable
And an enormous green clock hanging
Above my dad's office; a symbol of
His impeckable sense of time.
I'm from my mother, the most
Beautiful woman I know. My father, one of my best friends.
I'm from my sister, the person I can share everything with.
I'm from traveling to Ohio for
Thanksgiving, and from staying in pajamas all of Christmas day.
I'm from quoting movies, being well-read, and music.
I'm from Roman Catholicism
I'm from respecting others, myself, and above all, God.
I'm from learning to be open-minded.
I'm from nights of driving around town
Blasting music with my best friend and sister
Hanging out in local coffee shops
And working as a tour guide for three years.
I'm from learning that broken hearts can always heal
No matter how impossible it seems.
I'm from overcoming my own wall; a wall of sadness
And overcoming self-harming, self-hating habits.
I'm from learning that everyone has a purpose
No matter how insignificant you feel.
I'm from learning that you are loved.
I'm from Nena's apple trees and Papa's words of faith
I'm from Grandpa's guiar playing and talking about books and movies with Grandma.
I'm from taking pride in being my own person
I'm from finding my own style.
I'm from sweltering summers
Fall colors and bonfires
And rainy springs.
I'm from choir
Dancing and singing
I'm from learning that music is one of the most positive outlets there are.
I'm from Ohio.
I'm from Virginia.
I'm from the place that shaped and molded me, the best place I could have ever asked for.