6 years
Today six years ago I was anxiously waiting to arrive in FL. I never knew I would stay in the United States for so long. I always pictured myself graduating with my friends, surrounded by my family. Now, things are different. I don't know what to write because I won't make sense. I know life changes and it changes so we can grow up and learn, but at times I wish I didn't know so much. Either way, this is my life. Not Bogota, not home. I live here. I can't spend my time thinking so much about my life 6 years ago.
But.
I love my life, I haven't been this content with myself in a long time. I finally found something in me that makes me feel that everything is going well and things do fall into place. I can't say that enough. I fucking love my life.