Nostalgia

I just read a lot of entries I wrote last May. I haven't thought about that time - graduation, getting ready to go to Greece, the excitement of my last summer at home - since it actually was that time.

It's weird to go back to it and feel what I felt then, especially knowing how things are now. Not to imply that they're more glum than I was expecting - quite the opposite, if you must know the truth. It's just that I haven't reflected on that period at all, and now doing so really brings back all the emotion because I haven't spread it out.

I think that if I could have seen me now as I was then, I would be pretty shocked to know all that I know. I am a college girl on the move, and I signed my life away last Saturday to an apartment complex. I actually read for my classes, I am on a flag football team, and if I feel like wearing something that looks a little silly, by God I'll wear it and I'll wear it proud.

I don't have to wonder how I'd be different if I had stayed at home because I already know: I wouldn't be different. I'd be the same Maggie, probably a little stuck in last May because everyone would still be gone like they are and I'd be left to miss them and continue the same routines without. I feel like I've grown a lot since coming here, most of it for the better.

If you know what I'm talking about, congratulations; we're in the same boat of life. If you could not relate to this post at all, thanks for reading.