I remember the exact moment about a year ago. I arrived home from school and received a package. It was light but knowing where it came from, it began to feel a hundred times heavier. It took me so long to debate with myself whether or not I should open it. I remember texting my friend Trish clinging on to her for support. She wanted me to open it, I wanted me to open it but I didn’t have the heart to. I knew it was a book because of it’s shape and because of its feel. It took all the strength I had to tear the wrap and uncover whatever it was inside the bag. 

This. Nothing else. The book I’ve wanted for so long. Nothing else.