I don’t always know who I am or where I’m going, but I do know, for sure, that I will always be moving. 

And the thought of the future is always exciting – that is, until I remember the people who have made me who I am today. Our time is coming to an end too quickly, and I don’t want to leave without a few goodbyes: 

To the swimmer who took me to a Wallows’ concert even though I had never listened to their music before: Thank you for loving me unconditionally. I will always think of you when I’m browsing for the latest Lisa Jewell novel or drinking an iced Chai tea latte. 

To the musician who has racked up hours and hours with me at Sonic: Thank you for always listening. I will always think of you when I hear the first album you recommended to me, “Those Who Throw Objects at the Crocodiles Will Be Asked to Retrieve Them” by Bruno Pernadas. 

To the photographer who, sometimes, knows me better than I know myself: Thank you for supporting me when I didn’t have it in me to support myself. You will always be able to make me laugh and I can’t help but think of you when I watch Scott Pilgrim Versus The World or hear mourning doves in the evening. 

And thank you to every acquaintance, teacher, friend and family member. It’s times like these where I wish I could experience our memories together for a second time – scratch that, make it a third. I hope our paths cross again soon. 

If I were to write a novel about my life I would want it to start with this quote from John Berger: “Never again will a single story be told as though it’s the only one.” 

Because my story wouldn’t be my story without you.