Here I am.

Four years later. 

So many memories come flooding back when I reminisce on friendships, cities, love, family, goals...

I have met amazing individuals. Each individual has left an everlasting mark upon me, like a freckle.
These freckles have become vocal illustrations. 

These freckles are also grains of sand, splashes of ocean water, and heart-shaped rocks found hiking. 

These freckles are physical markings from hugs, tears, kisses, intertwined fingers, cover-stealing and sweet dreams. 

These freckles are words of encouragement, promises of happiness, and a brighter future than those past. 

These freckles are Barcelona, The Great Gatsby, Mrs. Rae, future flights and adventures I have awaiting for me. 

These freckles are forever. They must be. They are patient and kind.
They remain strong while the car windows are down and my hair whips relentlessly around myself. 

These freckles will be permanent reminders of my strength as I travel the Trans-Canada Highway from coast to coast.

These freckles, these speckles, they can make anyone believe.

To believe in happiness. 

To choose happiness.