I will never have this time again.

My life in Buena Vista. Here where my identity is largely determined by my student and RM status, where it seems the only thing I have to worry about is getting my homework done before the weekend comes round again. Because I do love this life, and in a lot of ways it is a life of ease, fun, and no responsibilities.

But it's a life of uncertainty, and it's temporary. This isn't a lifestyle that is ongoing, it's a station I'm stopping at for a moment before continuing on my way.

And sometimes, on the hard days I wish I had someone I could sit down with and ask;

"Does it ever get easier?"

I'm pretty sure I know the answer to that question. I just wish I had a safe spot to just sit. And talk.

And grow quietly.