I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Driving back down the road completed the cycle I began with not so long ago. Do I always think this much? Did I used to about everything like this? I must have. The emotions are a little different. I like the interesting subject matter, though. Did I take advantage of an opportune situation? I don’t know. I feel like I did now, but who knows what the morning will bring. The road has been traveled in reverse now. The metal is gone and I’ve returned to where I began. Life IS Grand. This I know – I rediscovered. For the first time in my life, I’m not scared to be here. I look forward to tomorrow morning. And I want milk for some reason.

I don’t what I’m talking about with the road, the metal being gone or the milk, but I do know what I’m talking about when I mention taking advantage of an opportune situation. At college, we were all about to leave for holiday break, and the house where the two girls that were competing for my affection threw a party. One of the girls got tremendously drunk, and we ended up spending the night together. Me, being entirely sober the entire time, was worried that I’d taken advantage of her – but I know now that she was simply using the alcohol to make the move she wanted to. And the girl in question was Kristin.