I’ve been delaying this reflection. Mostly, because when I try to describe my freshman year, contradictions crop up early on. For instance, I can start by saying that this first year felt much denser and more eventful than all four years of high school—“I’ve aged ten years,” I joke to those who ask about it. So, a lot happened. But then again, not really. I mean, there were a few milestones of course. But other than that…nothing that dramatic happened to me. I think about how by the end of the year, I still felt mostly like myself. It wasn’t, like, I metamorphosed into a different person or had a ton of wild shit happen to me. But even though the before and after pic is not very altered, distance does not equal displacement. There was a winding path in between my starting and ending point. Though not a lot changed, technically, the emotional journey feels long and profound for me.
I can still say, without a doubt, that after this year I know myself much better, and I can say that I feel more grown up. I can also say that I really like the person I’ve matured into.
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