I'm somewhere between happy and sad.
While that's not bad, I hope to one day be genuinely happy.
Not the happy that's portrayed in the media we see every day, where the money that's made buys your way.
I don't need the money.
I don't need the luxury.
I need happy.
What's happy you say?
Well, it's when you wake up knowing that you've found your way in life.
It's when you don't think twice about what you're doing.
"I love who I am."
"I love where I am."
"I wouldn't want it any other way."
Happy is the day you can finally say;
"I'm okay with where I stand."
"I'm prospering knowing that I'm comfortable and that comfortability gives me the ability to say..."
"I'm happy."
About the Creator
Elisa Toy
Nature Lover | Activist | Cancer Survivor | She/Her
I am a queer writer from Arizona sharing my journey and thoughts with you! My writing focuses on my mental health, love of nature, and everything in between!
Scary holiday house shenanigans
The year was 2016, I believe, and it was September. My family - my parents, our family dog, and I - went to France for a vacation. My mother had booked a holiday home near the French city of Obernai that looked nice in the photos. When we arrived, the landlady greeted us, though communication was difficult since she spoke little English or French while my parents and I, just 12 years old at the time, knew even less. I remember how she seemed nervous explaining that we must activate the alarm system each night and lock the doors to the lounge/winter garden with a large metal shutter that reminded me of blast doors.
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