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I've been in Kelowna for the past few days, staying with my friend Kaeleigh and her one year old daughter who is possibly the brightest ray of sunshine my eyes have ever soaked in. She's such a dream, living laughing so innocent and free. She's become so comfortable with me; crawling on me like a jungle gym, playing with my pens and crochet hook, trying to do what I do. She's growing up so fast. Today I saw her walk for the first time. I feel so blessed that I was able to witness such a milestone (and catch it on film!). She makes me happy when I'm feeling down, and I'm so thankful for her. This trip has been good so far. I'm still battling with insecurities, and my family that stretches my mind back to Calgary in a most unpleasant way. This trip is showing me that there is life elsewhere and so many places, to run to.
she couldnt help thinking that there was a little more to life, somewhere ese
I really love being here with my two best friends Petra and Kaeleigh. They're living on their own, all grown up in a beautiful place, and it makes me just want to break free
I want to break freeeeeeeeee

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