THOUGHTS. SEPT 9.

Sitting in my parents’ home in Winter Springs, FL.

Strumming the guitar that I wrote my first songs on, I find myself at a strange point in life.  

I’m an early twenty-something.  A college graduate.  A barista.  A kid with dreams as big as they’ve always been.  Dreams of traveling, writing songs, and playing them for anyone willing to listen.  

I still catch myself daydreaming.  Now, more than ever.  I think it’s because I know these dreams are attainable.