The difference a year makes. The difference, two, three… eight. Eight years make a lot of difference when you’re looking back. Today I celebrate the first day of Spring with a type of fondness that surpasses other seasonal beginnings. It is also four days to my 26thbirthday. I've always loved the timing of this day in my life.
I.Hate. Waiting. Those who know me well know that I hate waiting. I am also easily distracted. "Is my final grade posted" "Have they texted back yet?" "I can't wait for Saturday" "Is it May yet?" And the list goes on and on.... I hate waiting on that text, that phone call, that email back.… Continue reading Wait, what? & waiting.
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