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.