And yet so small.

Hello, I've been thrust into an entirely new world...I am writing a new chapter in a book that seems to have been written once already, but on different terms. I think I am expanding...growing...constantly learning more and more of what I never was interested in. But I now am slowly turning my head as I move forward, looking back at the person I was and how things just seemed to fall into place. I look back constantly not in regret, but in observation at the differences in my life then, and the shifts it is making now.

Moving here has been like I've been cast into the oblivion of the earth, but set there, floating, to look back at it. I feel like a solitary object, just breathing....BREATHING.....breathing. That's all. I'm taking it in, or at least I think I am.

I feel like years have gone by...and that I am a different person, with different goals, and different views. Though, secretly I am really just the same child I was, ready to laugh at the next joke. Ready to mess up on my facts. And ready to not remember just what it was that I went upstairs to do. Ready to innocently lift the pages of a fairytale, or watch the scenes of a fantasy. I am still a young girl at heart...waiting, watching, and wanting more. I am still so small...