Love you all. For real,

If you know me well, you know that I like to journal at the bar with headphones on and that I don’t like sharing what I write. But tonight I wrote some things that should probably be shared, things that I wouldn’t have the time or guts to share in person. So, here goes, Facebook. A portion of tonight’s writing:
I know I’ve written it countless times, but I’m so incredibly grateful for the job that I have and the friends I’ve made through it, whom I consider family at this point. I don’t know if it’s possible for me to express in words how happy and fulfilled I am to have met the people I have through Boxer Ramen. It’s been a life saver, really. I wish there was a way for me to tell them all this without sounding cheesy, but for now my proof is in my work ethic. I would do anything to sustain the happiness the team gives me for the rest of my life. Who needs anything else when you can work hard with your comrades and have fun doing it?
…I am beyond thankful to have immediate family that believes in me and supports me, even through my vices that they know well of. My mother is my personal hero, specifically – a very intelligent, aspiring and independent woman. I hope to be equally driven and beautiful as my mama when I grow up.
My brother and sister blow my mind with their talent, musically and artistically, overall. I try to refrain from jealousy, but let’s be honest – these two are and always have been prodigies since the womb. Love.
My stepfather has been more than supportive, and I will forever be in debt to him. Aside from feeling in debt though, I feel I’ve made a true friend since I met him when I was four years old. We share common interests, notably in cooking and wine. He watched me grow up, tolerated my stupid high school goth phase, and still likes to talk to me after all that, so we should be good friends for life.
My roommates are also the loves of my life. Regrettably, I don’t see them a whole lot due to crazy work schedules, but they came to my rescue when I was last-minute pushed out of my last place, in the midst of marital disaster and an overall sense of loss. When I do see them I always have “thank you” in the back of my mind, but never know how to say it without wanting to cry of happiness. I’m so lucky to continue to live in the neighborhood I grew up in, amongst people that I value and love.
Also, shout out to my cat Oscar. She’s been with me through thick and thin. Always supportive, probably just for the food, but it’s worth it.