bekah brunstetter
Bekah Brunstetter I care deeply. About a lot of things. Like really, really deep. Ow
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July 19th, 2017 by Bekah Brunstetter

The last week has been VERY NERVE-WRACKING as we approach the final phases of home ownership, which PS, is something like riding a roller coaster made of documents and financial worry and broken printers, and you are only partially strapped in to your seat on this roller coaster, so every time you round a corner, you smack your forehead against the bar that is meant to protect you, then maybe you puke. But this remarkable thing has been happening in my head during this stressful time. When I get overwhelmed, my brain keeps taking me here:

Morrison and I standing in a massive and beautiful and humbling cave in Thailand, on our honeymoon in December, Christmas eve, drowning in our own sweat and a very specific joy that comes from being the farthest you’ve been from home, with the person you love the most. It was honestly one of the best days of my life. I want to believe our brains trap and hold images like this to soothe us when we start to break. Remember this? ¬†Go here. Stay there for a minute. Better now? Okay, good. Back to your life.

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