We left, stamping our passports instead of planning out our semester schedules. I took one suitcase full of clothes and a journal and we didn't look back. Life took me to St. Martin in April; England, Scotland, Ireland, and Wales in the summer; and Canada in December. Every country, every city, every pub, every bar was a new adventure. The people I've met along the way were the stars to my night sky, making homesick lonely nights bright and beautiful.
Something in me changed, he said. He told me I seemed different, felt different. Lighter, more loose. I told him that I figured out the secret to life, to what makes me happy. I found the light in every person I met through kindness, bonding over bottles of wine and midnight boat rides. I found comfort in the changes; the uneasiness of life no longer frightened me, but excited me, knowing that everyday had the possibility of being a new chapter to my story. I found myself in the freedom, the laughter, the goodbyes, the happiness. This year, it was not so much that I accepted life, it is more as if life accepted me.