Dear 2015,
You took a lot out of me. Yet in the midst of anxiety attacks and standardized testing, I found myself.
It happened in the middle seats of crowed airplanes, in the lines of literature, and on the cloudy beaches of Santa Cruz.
I found myself crying in the arms of my mother, and I even found myself crawling out of the closet, but still trying to hid behind last year’s raincoat.
Oh 2015, the year of losing and gaining friends, hope, and happiness. I’ll miss your melancholy filled mornings and sleepless nights, but that seed that you planted in our garden in my front yard will bloom because after all, 2016 is the year of El Nino.
And I know that the rain has yet to come.