When I look in the mirror, I see that youth still has its roots embedded in my body and in my skin. I am at the point in my life where I am still buoyed by my youth, but I have to start thinking about aging and getting old. The daydream of my twenties will not last forever, just like how the innocence and chaos of my teenage years did not last forever. Reality strikes. I will be on a plane in two days to New York City, back in school, back into my routine. The dream still holds. The San Andreas Fault is nowhere to be seen. January 13, 2018
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