Every end is a new beginning. It has been a while since my adventurous summer ended. But traveling had to give way to school, which started in October. It's impossible to even try to describe all the things that have happened to me since I wrote that last blog post. There have been good times, and bad times. Over time, bad memories always fade and good memories remain. That's the best thing about life, isn't it?
As I mentioned before, I moved to the United States to work in a bakery for four months, a move almost unimaginable to everyone I know. But I knew I had to do it. I have known since I was sixteen years old. If I didn't go for it, I would regret it later. So I did it.
