– I turned 19 years old the last week.
Turning this old was a strange occurrence. It strange, because I still look identical to when I was fourteen, and that it doesn’t feel like too long since I skimped out on classes in ninth grade to instead attend concerts with my friends. It’s strange, because I never anticipated being here, right now, in Greece and write this. Similarly, it was strange, because most of my time was filled with revision for my final exam in math the following day.
But, here we are, ten days later. I’ve slowly started to accept my new faith as a 19 year old; wish me good luck on all me endeavours!
Me in front of a door in Tallinn, Estonia, two weeks ago.
I love looking back upon the past and pondering upon life and progress. This year, this has been something I have done more than ever before. Of course it increased a lot when I was 16 and moved abroad. I couldn’t stop thinking of what I had left behind, of what could have been, and so fourth.
Now, in my last year in high school –my senior year– I feel like looking back has been something I have enjoyed doing more than ever before. Because I fee as if for the first time in long, I see results from late nights and the stress of deadlines and fear of making friends. Now, when I see old photos of my self I notice that I am no longer the same and shy person. To realize this, and to feel the tangible growth, feels better than ever before.
While spring made its’ remark upon my return to Sweden, I wrongly estimated Estonia to be about the same. Therefore, I only have myself to blame for only bringing thin spring jackets to chilly winter winds.
Luckily, there’s hot take away coffee in every corner to keep my chilly hands warm! As well as to trigger my tired senior brain to keep revising for end of year exams in may. Wish me luck!