Advice to my younger self: you will grieve everything. You will grieve the things you think you hate. You will make homes that you can’t go back to. You will be homesick for them forever. Try to look at your life as though everything is about to change, because it always is. Sometimes slightly, sometimes drastically, and you will wish you had savored more moments. Even the ones that didn’t feel good at the time. Hindsight is a bittersweet bitch.