Today I watched my little sister graduate from elementary school.
For some sentimental reason or another I ended up feeling quite lost. It hasn’t been that long since my grade 7 graduation either, but it really has felt much, much longer regarding all that I’ve experienced.
It feels really strange to be in a room full of little kids that seem so ready to… not be a little kid. They actively want more freedom. They’re so hopeful about their future, whether they know what they want to be or not. I’m pretty much the complete opposite of that.
I guess I just don’t really notice that I’ve changed. I mean, realistically, of course I have. It’s been 3 years into a different school, and the world has been changing as well. Coming to terms with things, aka keep winging it.