I leave for school tomorrow.
It hasn't really hit me yet that a year has gone by since last summer; I know that sounds simplistically stupid, but I am dumbfounded by the passage of time and the amount one can grow. Last summer I was packing for school and rocking some very peculiar hair style. My glasses were big and plastic, dwarfing my already small eyes. I had a purple shirt on when I moved into my dorm room. I realize now that tomorrow I'll be wearing the same shorts, which shows how much I've not-grown (clothing size and style).
A year ago I didn't know that I'd find myself, lose myself, find me again, make life-long friends (and some enemies), realize that I am just beginning, take a journey to my homeland, lose myself there, find some small new part of me, and feel like I'm enough and also so inadequate all at the same time. I didn't know that the past year would test and try the core I'd built throughout high school. I didn't expect me to falter and succeed.
The coming year will bring all sorts of ups and downs, I am sure. The people I met last year, the ones that I hold close and dear, will remain and the others will fall away. I can't believe I am at this point, already.
I hope to cultivate my domestic skills this year. I hope to enjoy myself again :)