Its been 5,6 years since I’ve made this account.
We’ve always accepted time as a fundamental to the progression of existence. However, there are moments, like in today, where it seems to not matter at all.
How do 5,6 years of life go by without control? How does high school feel simultaneously like last week but years ago at the same time?
I think I’ve principally been the same person I was since I was 14, but truer and more whole (?).
I’m appreciative of every person that has come, gone and stayed in my life for shaping the person I am happy to be today. From the random day-to-day hellos to friendships that have faded with age.
I’ve always gotten through life reminding myself how I can always make things work. To be optimistic, be hopeful, have faith and fun.
But it still feels surreal, almost too good to be true, to have left everything and everyone I knew in London and made a new life and family at university of my own, full of strangers I love.
