Today I am 18 years old. 18?!?!? What. The. Heck. How did that happen? I vividly remember curling up on a rollaway bed in London on my sixteenth birthday, composing this post. It’s been two years. It has been two years. While that may not be an especially long length of time, keep in mind that I’ve only lived 18. Just saying.
So much has changed; so many events have come to pass. A year ago, if you had told me that in 365 days I’d be attending university in Paris, France, studying subjects I am crazy passionate about, I wouldn’t have believed you.
Yet, here I am.
Now, as per tradition, my 17 favorite photos from my 17th year.
In past years I’ve written a bit in this space about my hopes for the coming months. At the moment, however, I’m a wee bit sleepy and don’t particularly feel like composing a lengthy post. 🙂 I’ll be sharing more quite soon, though, I assure you.