Together, we looked down at the tiny house, the sole thing on this vast, flat surface. Like the only person living on the moon. It could be either lonely or peaceful, depending on how you looked at it. "It's a start," I said.

You’re always a kid around your parents… Unless they’re acting like children. Then you don’t get the chance.

Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn‟t.

I used to worry I was entirely uninteresting, but the truth is I think if my life was more exciting I'd never have any time to write.

I got back in my car, starting the engine, then drove off. It wasn't until I pulled onto the highway that it all really sunk it, how temporary our friendship had been. We'd been on our breaks, after all, but it wasn't our relationships that were on pause: it was us. Now we were both in motion again, moving ahead. So what if there were questions left unanswered. Life went on. We knew that better than anyone.

After all, it's all kinds of things that make up a life, right? The big, like falling in love and spending time with your family, and the little....like blow drying your hair, applying concealer, and cursing those magazine inserts. It all counts. It has to.

Everything always gets crazy at the end. You just have to keep going, regardless of how awful it gets. So that's what I do.