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Dear Creative Writing,

I'm sitting here on my couch reading your fresh reveals.

Thinking about how it's been a year since I clicked publish.

About how my parents still call me Ethan
and how my jeans have annoyingly smaller pockets now

November twenty-eighth twenty-fifteen.

I don't think I ever really wrote about how it happened.

When I first heard we were going to Europe,

I asked:

'Can we stop in Paris?'

and my dad said:

'I might be able to arrange that..'

and Nelson said:

'Reveals are due November 28th.'

and my dad said: 

'We're only going to be in Paris for one day.'

and I asked:

'What day?'

and my dad said:

'November 28th.'

And that's how I found myself,

up until 3AM every night in Rome,

putting together my hello's and goodbye's,

wondering if I was ready.

You can never be ready.

It's November 28th 2016 and I'm thinking about how on November 30th 2015 I made my friend Sam walk me to first period for a week because I didn't feel safe.

About the morning I said screw it and put on a little mascara.

About how I never would've thought it'd be physically possible to lose this many hair ties.

A lot has changed and too much is still the same. I thought I'd be farther by now.

Reading all these reveals has made me remember:
Your life doesn't change in a day. 
Your life changes when you're not looking.

I started this blog on February 2nd, 2014. This is my 100th post. I didn't even realize.

Au revoir.