I walked by myself today. On the way out to the car, there I was. Five years ago. I passed myself, and continued walking. I stared at myself, struck by the similarities, yet, also the differences.
I'm sure the teenager who walked by me on his way to the high school around the corner from my house had no idea that he reminded me of myself. That gait, that look, that way me carried his bag the way I used to. Myself five years ago-as a junior in high school.
I wanted to tell me what to do, what not to do, what to say, what not to say, but then I realize that me won't turn out as I have. All the mistakes (and there's more than I can remember) I've made and all the places I've screwed up. Yet, I'm here. I walked into a building today, the inside of which few people in their lives will ever see. That's where I've come. And I don't know where I'm going.
But seeing me today in front of the house reminded I of one thing: I'm glad the Navigator is plotting my course.

Today was my first day at my internship. Aside from meeting a lot of people's whose names I forgot fairly quickly, I sorted things all day. I did get to ride around for a little bit, and that was fun. I'm thankful for it
But I'm still trying to figure out this whirlwind of a weekend.
I walk in Friday, and that person who's played a substantial part of my development over the past two years is gone. L-T told me that that person wasn't to come here anymore, and that I was to quash any rumors. Rumors of what? He didn't tell me the truth to quash the rumors with.