Looking back to that point in time when I first wandered the halls as a college freshman, I could say that I really came a long way since then. I've learned a lot from the journey -- whether the knowledge from the various programs I jumped into, the life outside school spontaneously occuring during the period, moving away from the comforts of the city, finding the way and love, and finally birthing a miracle. I have grown. A lot. And the lessons of life itself kept me going.
I wanted to reach the end of the line.
I still do.
From naivety to heartache, to being lost and finding love, to heartbreak and rebound, to leaving and coming home, to exhaustion and empty, to being found and loving, to my son and the end of a chapter. After the many 'firsts' and places. I am grateful.
