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Top three, in the order I think of them, are
1. I was on a trip w my favorite cousins on my dad's side and other dad's side family, and me and this (older) cousin were sharing a room while traveling. One day, I got up earlier than I needed to for the days planned stuff, and I got ready and was told to wake my cousin up. I did, and she wakes up pretty quickly, so it was all good, but. She sat up, and the first thing she did was like bring her hand up to her head, and she didn't say anything for a second, and I was like "Hey you good? Bc if you have a headache that's a great excuse for us both to just escape our great aunt today," and she's like "wha- headache? No, I'm worried my eyebrows look like my dads" and I don't know why, but I was just DYING of laughter at that
2. I know this is supposed to be all happy things, and it does lead there but first- I had to move away from my best friends in around late June this year, and the DAY BEFORE MY FLIGHT, the few people I've held close and have been the most important to me for about almost 10 years, showed up at my mess of a house, which by that time was almost totally empty, since i got rid of everything bc of having to move. They gave me a handmade photo album/ scrap book they made, with pictures of us throughout the last 10 years or so. We all cried, and I don't think I ever felt that loved by anyone.
3. I found my passion, and realized that it was what I want to do in college and for the rest of my life. I've gotten a lot of shit for it, since said passion is cooking/baking, a lot of relatives who hear about it are like 'oh you're just training yourself to be a good housewife, how sad' and like?? I've long since learned to not give a flying fuck about any of their opinions. I took a culinary class, and the teachers, we're gonna call them Chef W and Chef Mom(bc honestly that teacher was more a mother to me than my own ever was) had such high hopes for me before I moved. They had their best student graduating last year, her name was Maya, and she was so sweet to everyone I loved her, and these teachers. They used to say I was Maya2.0. Maya was the president of our schools section of a national group, that I was intending on joining before I left, and never got the chance. They wanted me to take secretary this year, and then president next year, once I figured out enough about the group. I know how proud they were of me, and again, I felt incredibly loved
