Birthdays

As I look back through my year being 22, nostalgia sets in. It was so good... too good. The people, the places, the stories I share with everyone and the ones no one will never know. Each of those moments has been left behind in a ticket stub, a map, or a photo, but it doesn't seem like enough. I remember what it tasted like, but I can't quite feel it on my tongue anymore. It's interesting how time rolls past us... or how we roll past time.

As I collect the tokens spread out all over the floor of my room, my eyes tear with sadness that such memories are, well, memories. And my eyes tear with gratitude for all the friendship, love, and knowledge that I received from people all over the world throughout the last year. I only hope I left behind something for them as well.

Today I turn 23, and I have no idea what will happen next. In fact, I'm not even sure where I will be next week. All I know is that 23 will be just as good as 22, and that next year's scrapbook composition will fill my heart just the same.

And now for some friends and a slice of cake...