I still look in the mirror and see 19. I can taste the salt of the ocean, I can feel the sunshine on my skin or, today, the rain on my face. I look around and see the same things I’ve seen for almost 20 years. I’m trying to decide what, if anything, to bring along for the next journey. I can barely sit still for a few minutes and find it even more difficult to put two or three cogent thoughts together to write or even speak.

I am excited for the next chapters, yet will be incredibly sad for the ending of what is. The future is very bright, the thrill of “new” very strong.

There will be much more to add as things develop but for now, I’ll simply keep storing the fragments of thoughts away until I can form full sentences.