I’ve come and gone, and on my return I notice that I’m just not the same. Have I grown more mature while being abroad. Have I become more thick-skinned from my experiences, drama, and tribulations abroad? Or am I just merely jet-lagged and still yet to adjust to the American lifestyle. So far it seems like I no longer want nor find value in what I once did. Call it maturity or whatever you will, but I find solace in merely going to school then coming back home and relaxing – no more, no less. My days are filled with errands that drive my existence, but going out and finding joy among the social life is no longer something that interests me. It’s funny how not long ago I was still in the party-party lifestyle across the ocean, but once I got back it all seemed to change. It’s pretty inexplicable, really. Perhaps it’s a growth I welcome because I am neither happy nor sad about my sudden shift in attitude, but I just felt the need to observe and record it. To put it more succinctly, I’m growing up too fast for my age, and actually, it’s not too far from the truth. A few more months, and I’m on my way to true adulthood where I’m working the 9 to 5 and leading the stigmatized ‘dull life.’ I suppose it’s something I fear a little bit, but behaving the way I am right now seems to be preparing me for the worst. Either way, I feel that all of this correlates back to my summer travels, and looking back, it all seemed to signify the final ‘hoorah.’ I’ve lived it up long enough and become spoiled. The newest chapter of my life is beginning to open, and I can only wait and see what trials this upcoming school year will have.