To recognise change, one must compare against a constant. Every time I come back here I’m a little different. Or drastically different. Or very similar?
I am still the 4th-grader who was scared of learning timestables. I’m still the 7th-grader who loved a white Christmas because of its novelty. I’m still the 6-year-old who thrived on Juicy Juice and potato-bun hot dogs.
I thought, now I am more confident, secure, directed, and passionate than those younger mes. But this place doesn’t change, and I’m not sure I do either. I know I love my family dearly, and that is all.
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