These pictures were from a Christmas SIX YEARS AGO! Time truly is a mysterious, wide thing. I cannot believe time has a grip on every human being with the same literal logistics, but is experienced so personally and distinct. Time may be what one wants more of, time may seem like a curse, time might be filled with distractions, or with eternally significant events. Anyway, on Fridays I don't have class and I'm already going to NYC on Sunday, and I don't have much homework. So I decided to come to the library and see what rabbit hole the computer brought me in. Today is my mom's blog. I've been down memory lane with the blog a few times already since I've been here. It is sometimes overwhelming and I usually shed a tear or two. It makes me really, really, really grateful. I look up words my mom used that I didn't know, realize how happenings years apart can actually relate, am reminded how things always work out. I am a student of time. I am so grateful I