in my skin

there's nothing like the feeling of becoming comfortable in your own skin.

maybe it's the unexpected gifts from home that remind you of how good you really have it - maybe it's the ability to chill out with the roomies (of 3 months) and find that they've become some of your truly good friends - maybe it's that you know you'll be reunited with one of the most incredible people in your life in a matter of weeks - maybe it's the fact that you can go to a library full of books in a different language than your own and feel ok about reading one - maybe it's that you've come to understand why some of the things in your present city are how they are...and you're ok with that - maybe it's that reggaeton has become the newest part of your workout playlist - maybe it's that you've found your sweet spot for productivity (chocolate and café, anyone?) - maybe it's that your cellphone finally has more than 3 numbers in the contacts list - maybe it's that you finally feel qualified to show ppl around your adopted city - maybe it's that you realize that you're living all the things you read online 5 months ago - maybe it's that you can see the changes in yourself...and they don't worry or scare you.

maybe you've just adapted along the way and you don't know how or when - but it's cool :)

and you know it's not normal to live like this at this age, with this responsibility, with this opportunity - but who said normal was right?