I'm writing this, because looking back at my journals from nearly a decade ago, I can see how anxious and uncertain I was about the future. While it is true that sacrifices were made, and great lengths of time were spent far from home, it wasn't for nothing. Those years away forced me to grow, and taught me the value of family as well as friends. I wish I could say that I didn't make any mistakes along the way. That growth is painless, or without cost. But life is rarely so simple as to offer only clear paths and right choices. Which is why I feel odd sitting here, in the relative comfort of my own home, looking back at what feels like someone else's life. Old hopes... Old fears... I'd just like to let that kid know that everything turned out okay. Better in many ways than he could have hoped for, but with room for a few dreams still.