Me. Elmont, NY. July 2014.
Four years ago, I was a different person. I was afraid of Athens, where I moved across the world to attend college, so I held onto my memories from Hong Kong. I held on too tightly, and it made for a rough transition into my new life. But I learned to make new memories, and make new friends. While I sadly drifted apart with old ones, they will never be forgotten. I went to Athens without a single tattoo on my body. Now I have nine of them, all with a special meaning to me. I had plans after college, but my plans changed, and now I have to think on my feet more than ever before. Throughout this summer I noticed I was doing the same thing as I did when I first moved to Athens — I was holding onto memories too tightly. I took what I had in college for granted, and lost friends, and a lifestyle I had grown accustomed to, but refused to admit that it is gone for now. I was essentially holding myself back from any personal growth. I am learning that where I am from, or where I have been, or where I am going doesn’t define who I am. I am learning to be OK with the fact that I am a little lost, and very much afraid of the future. I am learning that being afraid doesn’t make me weak or look silly. I am learning that all this hard work will pay off, and that some day soon everything will fall into place.