Last night I came across my first journal and started reading. It's funny to read what I wrote at 13, 14, 15. Some things have changed so much, and some things have stayed the same. My New Year's Resolutions at 15 are almost the same as those I made at 30. It's even funnier to see that at 19 I already knew I needed to make my own experiences, which indirectly means I knew it was up to me to make my own happiness. It may have taken me a while to get there, but I still think that's pretty advanced thinking for a 19 year old.
I got to Skype again today, this time with Jesse. He didn't breastfeed or change any diapers, though. I did get to watch him eat some key lime pie that looked delicious. Other than that, I went to the grocery store, cleaned my room, and went for a long walk. I'm supposed to go out in a little bit. Hooray!
Talking to Jesse I realized that I'm not an "adult" anymore. Part of me kind of misses it. I still found time to have fun, but I liked having a job and responsibilities and a regular schedule. Part of me thinks I should take full advantage of the fact that I don't have all that right now. How many people get to relive their youth?
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