No matter the horrible health or screwy state of mind my grandfather falls into, he never seems to lose his sense of humor around me.

Today I was sitting with him and mom texted me telling me to ask him how he slept for the first night in our house, which he has just moved into. Do you know what he told me to tell her?

"On the bed!"

Day #22 - What makes you different from everyone else.

You know, I wrote a ton of shit out for this and edited my face off, and then I got to the last paragraph and went...oh my God. This is so simple. This is it.

So, here's the tail end of my mindless babbling, which has since been erased:

I’m constantly optimistic. You will rarely, if ever, find me in a bad mood. I put others before myself, but also have concern for me first when I know it’s necessary. I experience a lot of horrible shit, but don’t say much to anyone. I take the horribleness and spin it into golden optimism and experience and I shower those in need with it best I can.

I’m a combination of a lot of things that I just don’t think you’ll find most places. I’m loyal, I’m honest (but not brutally so), I have a way with words, I love complete strangers, I love being a recluse, I prefer a book over a beer (though nothing holds a candle to a glass of wine), I know my enemies, I know my friends, I know that they are interchangeable. I have the ability to cause people to feel as though they’ve known me all their lives when I only met them hours before. That, to me, is one of the best things: to talk to someone, to make people feel comfortable and happy.

People trust and confide in me quickly and that’s just fine. I can say with absolute certainty that in past years I have not told a soul a secret that has been said to me.

Actually, I just thought of a wonderful way to put this.

I’m filled with a lot of darkness. I acquire my own, through my life experiences, but I also acquire other people’s. The thing is, I have an ability to change that into something good, to not let it weigh on me. I take garbage and make it something beautiful and useful.

I guess I’m hell-bent on changing the world, one ray of sunshine at a time.

o·ver·haul
[v. oh-ver-hawl]

- to dismantle the thing and to reassemble it after reconditioning or replacing its components so that the useful life of the thing is comparable to its useful life when it was new.

- a major repair, remake, renovation, or revision.

- my current state of living.

Day #21- A picture of something that makes you happy.

Genuine laughter and friends. (And a little bit of cleavage, I suppose!)

Day #20- Someone you see yourself marrying/ being with in the future.

The man who named me Keebs. Everything with Tony is just…easy.

We work really well in times of conflict. We generally want the same things in the long run. And things are always fresh.

We’ve been together a little over two years and it doesn’t feel that way, at all. He still does the cute little gestures he did in the first week we dated. Every time I look at him I can see a future. He truly is my best friend.

Day #19 - Nicknames you have; why do you have them.

Korny - This goes back to volleyball in high school. It’s part of my last name. My coach and teammates always called me this.

Sarey - This also originated in high school and choice people in my life call me this.

Keebs - Tony bestowed this one upon me. When we first started dating he told me I had incredibly tiny ears, like an elf. Keebs, Keebler - get it?

Papa - This comes out of the fact that Schmidt’s auto-complete on her phone sucks and apparently turns “Sara” into “Papa”.

Chudge - This comes from C Bell, because one night I was eating the oddest combination of cheese and fudge. Most likely, I was drunk.

Cheese - The best little cousins in the world call me this to this day and I hope it never leaves our lives. I hope when I'm 50 they're still calling me this. It comes from a character from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. And also the fact that I adore cheese.

Day #18 - Plans/dreams/goals you have.

I would like to get married. I would like to have kids. I would like to travel to several different countries. I’d like to learn to speak several different languages. I’d like to write a best-selling novel. I would love to build myself a library in my house. I also want a revolving closet, like Cher’s in Clueless. I want a pair of Manolo Blahniks. I would love to be editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine. I just want to work in the fashion industry in SOME capacity. I’d like to live in New York City, at least for a little bit.