Change

I’ve kept a journal since I was about 13.As you’d expect, I’ve been through quite a few exercise books. Yesterday I uncovered a few. It was quite revealing, to say the least. One particular entry was just before I moved from the city out here. I’m actually quite ashamed of some of the things I said, and more so, I’m shocked at how much I have changed over the past 12 months.

I talked about how I dreaded moving here. I was racist toward those people who weren’t like me. I dwelled on small things that, when I look back on now make me laugh. It’s funny, I’ve matured so much over this past year that I hardly recognize the silly little girl who wrote those things. But I can still relate to her, and I don’t think that will change in the years to come.

If there is one thing I’m looking forward to, in terms of getting older, apart from the normal strictly-18 activities like driving and nightclubs and whatever, it’s looking back. Seeing who I was. Seeing who I am. Wondering how I’ll be when I’m older. But until then I’ll stick to being a kid, and acting like one, too.