15/11/2023
High school was hard. But not in that awkward, ‘did boys like me?’hard. I was silently battling so much at home and was hiding what was my very true, very dysfunctional reality. We were homeless often and moved around a l o t. I was finally sent away junior year to live with my dear angel sister bear because I just couldn’t be cared for by our mother anymore - it was Hawaii though so it’s not like I was suffering 😜. But it was a hard time to make new friends and gain confidence, unlike being at home.
But when back at home for senior year at the school I knew and social events I was comfortable in allowed me to be just like everyone, laugh like everyone, bond like everyone and forget about the madness at ‘home’. High school was a surprisingly safe space and I met some of my dearest friends who loved & cared for me and opened their door on my hardest of days or when I just needed a place to sleep. It was seeing and hugging so many this past Friday (some 20 years later 🙃) that reminded me just how much I needed those classmates back then! They were my little distraction angels and they didn’t even know it 🫶🏼
BUT hold up: The very best thing to come out of Carlsbad High c/o 2003? My handsome, sensitive, supportive hubs who may not have been my high school sweetheart, but timing was perfect nonetheless. So that scrawny, purple sequin wearing Florida kid is stuck with me forever muhhahha 🩷