It's somewhat comforting to realize that I'm still growing; improving; maturing, one might say.

Physically, I'm probably approaching the best shape I've been in in my life. I'm a little short on endurance because I've been a tad bit sedentary, but that's easy to fix. I'm stronger than I've ever been.

I've been growing intellectually. I've been forced to rethink many of my views on the world; and for the first time in quite a while, I've taken a serious look at issues like race and class. I've grown more confident in my abilities, and I finally feel like I can survive alone and travel alone, even if I'd MUCH rather be with my friends.

And emotionally...I've much improved since I first left home 2 years ago. I've finally got things figured out that would have confounded me or crushed me in the past. I've learned to love and accept real people with real flaws, and be a caring friend; and how to do so without being anybody's door mat. I've still got a long way to go.

One of the big questions on my mind at this time is, "Where do I go from here?"