Well, I made a valiant attempt to finish my homework. Tomorrow it is.
Here I am, home. It’s odd, this time last year my life was in Portland. I had a close group of friends, I had a boyfriend, I was happy. I had things to look forward to, friends to be with, adventures to be had. I still have some of those things, but now, I am in a different city. Now, I worry about how in the world I’m going to pay for college. I worry about how I’m going to be able to finish all of my homework and still get an hour of voice practicing in. I wonder what I will be doing in the summer. I wonder how I’m going to be able to reject some of my closest friends that want something more. I wonder when I will find the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.
I still have friends, I still have adventures, but my life is so different from where it was a year ago. I have grown; more than I thought I would. I think I worry more than I used to - or maybe I just have this idyllic picture of what my life used to be.