Nostalgia.

If I were me ten years ago...

Never would I ever imagine being where I am right now.

I'm a very nostalgic person.

I love to read my old journals.

I love that I took the time to write. 

Handwritten...I really wrote hard, too.  So the imprints make it all the more real.

Some journal entries are happy, a lot are sad.

I was a sad, depressed teenager once I hit my sophomore year of high school.

It makes me want to hug the girl who wrote those sad entries.  I am 99% sure I was crying 99% of the time I wrote in that journal.

My favorite journal is from when I was 14-15...When I first decided it was important to write down my thoughts.

I was so innocent in such a funny way, yet so insightful at the same time.

Fourteen year old me would have pictured me in medical school right now, working so hard to be a pediatric surgeon.  Little did she know my hands are far too shaky to do that, and I have no patience for medical school.

I'm glad I was right about the medical field and pediatrics though.

Fourteen year old me would think without a doubt I would be married, right after college.

Part of me is glad she got that wrong.

She would think I was on the east coast, hopefully near the beach..Somewhere south.  

Kind of sad she was wrong about that.

The truth is, even though we are the same person, I have changed so much.  My sarcasm and sassiness is definitely the same.  I'm still insightful.  I am thankful for that...But in ten years, a lot can change; more than I ever could have comprehended as fourteen year old me.

BUT I'm going to end this on a lighthearted note....

Artifacts from my past: 

I was fourteen in this picture.  Fly me to the moon!

Mom, Dad, I'm sorry...But this was from a crazy New Year's Eve in 2004 where Nichole, Sara and I pretended to be college students...An off-duty State Trooper was there serving us beer from a keg, and we don't remember the rest.

Fun nights at my house, just being silly 15-16 year olds.

On that note, over and out.

Love, Young Little Amy.