I have three good reasons for not having a real blog post this week:
1. This guy.
2. This guy.
3. This girl.
Two of my best friends from Virginia and my sister all crammed into my little apartment this past weekend for longboarding, city-exploring, taco-eating and concert-going. My heart could not have been fuller.
Growing up, my parents taught me that home isn't a place, it's your people. I think the older I get, the more true that becomes. My friends may be scattered all over the map, but I'm thankful that no matter where I am, if I'm with my people — I'm at home.