Life's a funny thing. I remember when I was younger I constantly looked forward to the next milestone in age where I was allowed to do something that only grown ups could do. When I was 11, I wanted to be 13 so I could call myself a teenager. Then I was 13, but all I wished was to be 16 so I could drive. Finally I was 16, but now I longed for 18 so I could be a legal adult. 18 came around and like clock work it still wasn't enough. I wanted to be 21 so I could drink legally and go to bars with my friends. Now I'm 23 living in an apartment in Paris and I just think where did the time go. In the blink of an eye I've lived here for over one year now and haven't been back to the States since.
I came across this picture I took of my brother and just started to reflect on everything, how even though I'm here life hasn't stopped for everyone back home. Their lives are changing just as much as mine has, which is a scary thought to be honest. Time moves so fast. A year changes so much, and I'm not sure I'm the same person I was when I left. But that's okay because change is good and sometimes we need new experiences that force us to grow and become the people we need to be. While I still have tendencies to look forward to the future I'm trying more and more to enjoy the moment that is here and now, because if I don't start to look around more I might just miss it.
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