There is something about going back to old places.

It is always an interesting perspective to see how we've changed and places haven't.

I told myself I wasn't going to do one of those things where I write what advice I would give my twenty-year old self.

One, she wouldn't have listened.

Two, the last five years have been a journey.

The reeds and waves are the same, but I'm different.

Those constant things are important.

There is something comforting about the fact that as the waves come in and out, bringing all the things with them, the shore is still there.

Just like us, as life happens, after five years or ten years or fifty.

Slightly altered, but remaining.