Forgetfulness.

I'm off to Indianapolis for the weekend with CA and his friends. I'm a little nervous but it should be a good time.

I was searching for a picture on my hard drive and flipped through all my pictures from the start of Boston to now and could not believe myself, recalling the memories and realizing, bit by bit, how different I am from the person who packed her bags and headed to Boston in September of '06. That time seems so close to right now and I'm realizing that it's not so close at all. An entire new class of AIE students will graduate in a few short weeks and here I am remembering.

I can't believe the me that I am sometimes. For better and worse, this me is so drastically different from the high school ME or even the college ME that sometimes I forget that people only know the old me. I can't wait to see where it all goes.

Sometimes I forget things like that day when we went apple picking and everything was perfect. Sometimes I forget that I was fortunate enough to go to Argentina. Sometimes, I forget that there is so much in the world.