This trip meant more to me than I think is possible to put in a caption. It’s more of a late night heart-to-heart type of a story. But traveling alone to Stockholm is something I’ve wanted to do for a really long time. I think the most meaningful thing I took away from it was this: the hardest parts of your story are not something to be ashamed of. They’re meant to be worn like a badge of honor. Because if you can make it through all of that and still be standing and smiling and living out moments you dreamed of - that’s something to be endlessly proud of. What comes next is the best part ✨🎞✈️ (The first photo is the only pic anyone actually took of me in Stockholm 😄 taken as a test shot by the Swedish shop owner who sold me my camera)