I feel young.
Wrapping up this first year of college was... whimsical. The prolonged winter and its depressing weather had definitely an saddening effect on my mood.
I'm not complaining though.
This... 6 months long winter had definitely blew some calming winds in and chill my mind a little so I'd actually look back and think a little.
I am young. And I'm growing. Experiences I gained this year are not definable. They nonetheless contributed to this growth; Even though I wouldn't necessarily cherish it.
There are definitely moments of piercing wind hitting my heart, making me question if I was in fact, young, if I can actually play care-free.
At this moment, however, with all my belongings packed up and boxed, and my wall all bare leaving no trace of my being there, I feel.. young.
