Sometimes, I look back a year ago from this moment, and I think to myself, “Damn, that was a year ago?” And then next year, at this day and time, I’ll be like “Damn, THAT was a year ago?” Time feels like it goes by way to slow, but then looking in retrospect, I feel like time is passing by way too fast. How do I deal with this conundrum?
Last year, I was 20 years old, living in Sacramento, finishing up an internship, and getting ready to move away from home for the second time. At this very moment, I am 21 years old, living in the East Bay, working two jobs, volunteering, searching for internships, going to Cal, and getting ready to move to another place. So, even though it doesn’t really look like things are different, it FEELS a whole lot different. But in the best way possible.
I’m still with the person I was with last year. I still maintain the friendships I had. I still feel like the same person. I still look like the same person; I’m still in the same body.
I think this is the beginning of the rest of my life.
Cheers to packing my entire life in cardboard boxes again. It never gets old; it only gets better.