A lot has happened in the last month.  I abused a pigeon with citrus, I rediscovered my love of picnics and I started dating someone pretty damn incredible.  I also had my first experience hearing gay sex through an open window on a hot day. 

A lot has happened in the last year.  I moved into my lovely little apartment, I began my epic battle against the pigeons and I discovered that I can overcome anything.  Except for the pigeons. 

A lot has happened in the last ten years.  I graduated from highschool, I spent a year figuring out what I wanted to do and I graduated from university.  I fell in love with India, realized that I was an artist, and packed up my life and moved somewhere I hadn’t been to since the fourth grade. 

A lot has happened in the last 26 years.  I learned to be brave when my mom left my father and we started a new life in the house that she fixed up by herself.  I met the teacher that would influence my life the most.  I got the chicken pox, learned that I had scoliosis and broke my foot showing off in dance class.  My mom fell in love with the man that would become my dad.  I travelled more places than many people get to see in their entire lives.  I met my half sister for the first time and I stopped being an only child.  I became an aunt.  I developed a phobia of frogs and then I overcame most of that fear.  I was picked on at school for years for being different.  I was the first person from my class to graduate from university.  I learned that no matter how much you love someone, sometimes you have to walk away.  I realized that I am talented, stubborn and fiercely loyal.  I fell in love with taking pictures.  I stopped forgetting my camera at home.  And I started to write.