You could spend a lifetime living

I kept shockingly good journal entries during my first week of university. Journaling has long been something I care about. A way to record moments in life that are otherwise hard to capture. [[ Do you remember our photos together? ]] Tonight I made the fraught decision to reread some of those early university journal entries and I could feel the flood of emotions rushing back to me. That was a good time in my life in many ways, and in many ways it wasn't. Moving to a new place can change you. My father likes to say the best way to quit smoking is to go somewhere new; somewhere your old habits and ways of thinking lose their ground. Moving somewhere new gives you an opportunity to change, but I'd be a fool to think that alone was enough. Your old ways of thinking will follow you wherever you go; the onus is still on you to choose for yourself how you want to be. What really stands out to me is not the kinds of things I was feeling in those few weeks I was journaling prolifically, but…