change

"it's all goin to change next year, char."
"what do you mean?"
"i don't know. i just have this overwhelming sense that everything is going to change."
"in a good way?"
"not sure... maybe..."

it was nightime. probably about 9 or 10pm on a friday night. standing on hill street just outside st andrew's, i was looking up at the sky above the railway lines in roseville, watching the stars.
and i simply had an overwhelming sense that everything was going to change...

that was about a year ago...


it's not that i don't like change. or am afraid of it. it can be good. really good. but, that night, i knew that i would stand in exactly the same place a year later (now) and not a lot would be the same... and not a lot is...

sometimes it's been hard. really hard. and testing. and sometimes it's been great. really great. and fun. i don't really feel like a different person. it's just that i'm a year older now. i have a years more experience. a years more learning. a years more wisdom and maturity. but i'm really the same person, right. just now, i write 07 when i date things. and next year i'll write 08... and life moves on. ever-changing. one year at a time.