For years, relationships in real life felt transactional. You’re trading witty brunch banter for social currency, or styling your flaws just enough so they look like quirks instead of red flags. You spend your twenties filtering yourself through a fine-mesh sieve, hoping the "right" pieces make it through.

​And then, here, you find your people.
​Not the kind who critique your shoe choice or dissect your text message replies with a magnifying glass, but the kind who love you entirely because of your chaotic, unfiltered, beautifully flawed self.

​It makes me realize, i really cherished finding a family that makes me feel like I've finally come home (without seeing who am I in real life).