The past 24-hours have been the most life-changing, eye-opening, revolutionary hours of the past six months. Granted, I’ve been awake the entire time and currently feel like I got hit by a bus. But I believe it’s in those forgotten early morning hours that we are our most honest selves. In a mix of liquid courage, sleep depravation and other-worldly alertness, we let our guards down to the select few sharing in the experience and become something we are normally not.

For the first time in the six months of being back home, I’ve gotten more than just what I’ve needed. I’m getting what I want.