
Why does everything go so fast?
I wish things would slow down. Just a little bit. I feel like my life keeps going in fast motion.
Things keep changing. So many of my friends are getting their mission calls and leaving for two years. It's going to be so weird for the first few months. It's almost depressing in a way. I mean, I'm totally happy for them and they're doing something they want to do, but seriously two years is such a long time. Everything changes in two years. And I mean everything.
By the time most of my friends come back I'll be working on my Bachelor's degree. It's a very weird concept to think about. Where will I be in two years? Out of state? Still living at home? Going to the U? Engaged (unlikely, but still)? Traveling the world (again, unlikely)? Alone? It's really hard thinking about this kind of thing. I guess I'll do what I always do: go with the motions.