I feel like I have come home to shed some skin. All of these mistakes that I have made, I have come home to start learning from them; to choose the pieces that I want to keep as part of myself. To decide how memories from the past - these memories that make me cringe and make me ashamed - are going to influence my next step, my next self. You can't move away from somewhere and begin a new life without changing your current definition of self. That's where I am at: a crossroad, an opportunity, a place where I can reevaluate all of the pieces of my history and mould them into the person I want to be next.

And I can't say this enough: I can't wait to travel so the world can teach me more than I have learned in this one life I have lived so far.