I was feeling Sentimental ™ so I was looking over what in the Oaks group chat is affectionately called "The Wall of Honor" (it's my character sheets, our photo booth group shots, and selected photos of Bea and others). And I get to Bea's first sheet.
I think we grew into that first paragraph of her story well.
I never thought I'd be where I was right now but I'm here. Never had reason to think it'd be anything else. But. Alas. I've felt most at home surrounded by my plants and WS memorabilia hanging from the walls. And this has only happened in the past few months.
Bea made a name for herself. Gained a small family, and she often says home is where the Oaks are all together and laughing over a drink. The most Beatrix ever felt like "this is home" was the older Oaks joking over a campfire while the younglings went ghoul hunting.
We've grown up together, she and I. And while it hasn't been the best year, I thank every thing that I found myself by borrowing someone else's voice for a few days.
We've both lost things we thought we wouldn't but gained a lot in return.