I have way too much to write. In realizing that I don't journal even close to half as often as I should... I decided that 3:40 AM would be the perfect time to start. Ironic how all of my writing happens around this time... ANYWAY. Where has the time gone? I haven't been able to properly recognize that time has passed, and that I am not who I was yesterday, or two months ago, or a year ago... So much has changed, so much has moved... I've moved. My life has moved. My sense of time has changed. I'm not a little girl anymore. My sense of life and how i deal with the world around me has changed, everything has shifted on an axis towards who I'm supposed to be. But where am I to go? What is in store for me in a month? Two months? A year? I don't know! And I don't care to know, because for once in my life I'm in a place where I feel safe and comfortable. I never knew how good life could be until now. Until the Harmons. It's crazy. I've never felt so close to people in my life. I feel protected and cared for. But I'm changing too. I'm trying to be more active in the gospel, and I'm learning about myself everyday... and coming to the conclusion that I like who I am, and what I stand for. I may not know what the future holds, but I know I'm ready for it. I'm ready to take on the world.