I was living in Boston. I was young. I wanted to see the world. And I did…

I volunteered. I found a purpose in my life saving others.

I got a job for a crazy random environmentalist corporation. They are one of three companies in the world to do what they do. And although I am just their graphic designer, it makes me feel like I’m part of something bigger. Something that’s making the world a better place for the future generation.

I fell in love. I fell out of love. Rinse and repeat about two and a half times.

I moved half way across the country.

I rekindled my relationship with my family.

I lost friends. I made friends. I became closer to my best friend.

I changed my mind.

I changed my hair.

I changed my room.

I adopted cats.

I gave them away.

I wrote a book.

And I forgot regret.

I lived.

And tomorrow if I die, this was one hell of a year and a half.