Looking through my blog, I found this entry as a draft from October 2008.
Today, at Bruin Cafe.
Running into someone from my past lead to a whole other plethora of emotions and memories to get brought up.
Things I don't like to think about became present, and I hated every minute of it.
I remember this interaction, the rejection became very real that day. Many situations that I had wished to erase from my memory came flooding back: family brokenness, the attempt to fit in completely and utterly and the recognition that I had failed. I had wanted to be at home in middle school, trying to find any way that I could belong.
Now, I am happy to say that I live for something bigger than myself; something I love completely and utterly, Someone that will never leave me or reject me. I'm already home.