Two years sounds both incredibly short and quite long.
It all depends on the context. 'I haven't seen my friend in two years...we've lived in this house for two years...I just started writing/blogging two years ago...' and so on and so forth.
My last final was this morning.
I've been in college for two years. I'm halfway through. A junior. 21.
It feels real and yet it doesn't, because I have four semesters of memories and papers. And yet it feels like I just graduated high school a couple months ago. Time started flying once I turned seventeen and it's only sped up since I entered college.
Two years. That's a plethora of days, of laughs, of meals, of tears, of events.
It makes me smile to think of myself as a freshman, two years ago. Everyone who's glimpsed my student ID in the past few months always comments I don't even look the same. And I don't. I look incredibly young.
Like a Baby Grace, almost. I chalk it up both to my bangs which made me look even younger than I always do and the sheer unawareness of what lay ahead.
Because that Grace had no idea how quickly her life would change.
In the past two years, I wrote more papers and thought harder than I ever imagined.
Found a place among new people to call home.
I traveled to New York.
Fell in love with photography.
Grew "a spine" as one friend put it.
Changed my major.
Dyed my hair red.
Went on a date.
Went on another one with a different guy.
Dealt with turning a guy down.
Finally pierced my ears.
Became a daily coffee drinker.
Made a film.
Dyed my hair black.
Returned to New York.
Decided to write a thesis.
Gave a talk on the Holy Spirit.
Stuck by my values.
Attended a concert of the band who inspires me most.
Discovered what makes me smile with my entire soul.
Fell in love completely + wholeheartedly with my home state of Texas.
Decided to go to grad school + travel after school.
And it's only been two years. Here's to the next two. May they be even more full + lovely.