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it’s funny to think about the last nine months of my young life.  i packed a suit case, got on a plane heading to an island, and left everything and everyone i knew. the city still booms and my bedroom remains untouched. i began life all over again, in almost a dream like setting that still most days feels surreal. not every day here has been a good one, i am only human.  in a few weeks i will be back on a plane to my old “home” that doesn't seem like home anymore. i am my home. this island is home, my roommates and friends here are my home, this bedroom i sit in as i type this is home, the waterfalls sea and mountains are my home. but home remains a relative term and i remain curious.  i must go. i must see. i must feel. i must learn. i must continue growing.  how long will i wander? i hope always.  i’ve learned that we are truly all alone and one with ourselves only, no matter how many beautiful people we are surrounded by. thats a scary thought, but true. i only know what is in my own head. i don't even know that any of you exist. i don't even know that i exist.  but I'm going to find out.