Yesterday was a beautiful day.

Why?

It finally hit me how much life in Atlanta has changed over the course of three years. How much I’ve changed. How much our family has changed. How much my relationship with my cousins has changed. How much time has passed. And how much more hom-ey this place has become.

Yesterday afternoon myself, my mom, my aunt, and my cousins Nitisha and Anisha recalled stories from three years ago when I first moved here on my own. It was a time of laughing and crying, accusations and apologies, and a whole lot more explanation.

But it was so beautiful, so satisfying, and so necessary. To finally talk about it in a positive light for the first time. That was something new…

It made me think about ends and means. Do ends justify means? Was this relatively happy ending justify three years of agony (okay, maybe that’s an overstatement but there were times  when it really was just that.)

Or was giving up three years of what are supposed to be the best years of your life too high a cost?

In a parallel circumstance, some people only make it to the top by stepping over other well deserving people, but justify it by being good people when it’s all said and done.

In that case, no ends justify the means in my book. But I want to know if it’s the same answer for my situation. Then again, was I the only one hurt? Maybe I’m just too sensitive, and the whole ordeal was sacrificial?

Nahh, now I’m just getting a big head.

But I do wonder these things.

On to lighter topics, we also watched the Spain Holland game. And my oh my, those Spaniards are one attractive bunch. This kids got the lightest blue eyes I have ever seen. It was so incredibly mesmerizing.