I tweeted this morning, "I pretty much owe coffee the portion of my soul that I didn't sell to SCAD for overpriced art supplies & a shitty education system."
I don't remember the last time I even thought about SCAD. And then I realized that SCAD was five years ago. In March, it will be five years since I dropped out of college. Being in Savannah feels like a lifetime ago, but also in some ways it feels like only yesterday.
If I could go back in time and tell my eighteen-year-old, fresh outta high school me anything, it would be, "Don't be afraid."
I made the choice to go to college 1,500 miles away from home, in a city I had never been to, and every face I saw belonged to a complete stranger. In the 6 months that I called Savannah home, I was incredibly homesick—but also sort of in love with my independence.
It took me a while to find my footing. To adjust to living "on my own" for the first time. I was (and still am) grateful for my 365 during my first quarter. Those raw feelings of homesickness and doubt are so apparent in almost all of my Savannah pictures. They're almost like my vulnerable selfies project: they show true emotion and that's why I love them so much.
It's crazy how much change in 5 years. It's really crazy how much I've grown up in the past 5 years. It makes me wonder what I'll feel like 5 years from now. What moments will stick out the most in my life? What will I want to tell my current self with my newfound wisdom that only comes through lived experiences?
5 years from now, I will be 28. I have a feeling my life will be completely different from where it is now. I can't wait to see what's in store.