I'm so happy, I could cry.

I really could.

I saw my family yesterday.
My family.
The ones who went to Europe with me, and know all about Awkward Ben and Rubik's Cube Kevin and "SATAN!" and "SIX SIX SIX!!!" and "22!" and climbing mountains and Switzerland and the 5-Oh.

There is just something that is beyond comforting knowing that you can talk about all that and way more, and not have to give a back story and try to explain things until the joke isn't funny anymore. The contentedness that settles in when you're all bent over, clutching your sides from laughing about manpris (pronounced man-prees) and Rubik's Cubing in the dark, is impossibly comforting and impossibly hard to shake.

Heck, I'm still content.
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