Struggle Bus

It's a new day and a new Place. You must know by now how comfortable I have come to be in the world. This world. My world. Unfortunately for me this new place is just the challenge that I needed and didn't know I didn't want.

Flashing back to the first year of college. Do you remember what I was like? I am having such a difficult time remembering. I remember the long nights. The marching field. The dorm room. My friends. But I can't remember the thoughts. I can't remember how I felt about the changes. Furthermore, I can't remember how much I struggled. I recall struggling a great deal but I don't have a grasp on the specifics. I thought that maybe writing to you would bring back some of those memories in a time when I could use them to help ground me. I suppose I may just have to struggle again to remember what it was like to truly struggle in the first place. You or course know how much the idea of that kills me inside. Cest La Vie.