Two year ago was the best year of my life. I was eighteen years old and lived in the most beautiful country on earth with the greatest people. I was really happy and there were hardly any worries. Every day was an adventure and I can't think back to that time without tearing up. I've never felt more attractive and confident about myself. Art Cafe, Que Pasa, the Bistro etc, parties and sunshine, love and happiness. I don't think I can express it in words what those days meant to me and how much I miss it. My life has changed so much since then and that fact aches in my heart. I feel like I've aged ten years, not two. In just two years I've changed everything; my home, my friends, my lifestyle. I miss the times where I could be out at a club and not get tired before two o'clock. The days when I could dance until the sun came up.
I guess I've matured in the sense that I have more of an open mind, and I look at the world in a more political sense. I understand things more and I can have more adult conversations. But since there isn't always anyone around to talk to, I am lonelier. The difference between then and now is that back then I didn't want anything to change. It was all perfect, every bit of my life then, now I am waiting for a change to happen, and I can feel it my fingers that soon that time is here.
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