Reminder: Band-Aids Aren't Meant To Be Worn Forever

I would rather take the slow route and heal myself properly. Permanently. Even if that means I suffer for a little while longer.

It is 5:45 AM. In about 12 hours I will be in the air, flying to Washington, DC, my beloved hometown to meet my mother at Reagan Airport. Next week we will be flying to New York, Paris, and eventuall…