In my travels through photographs of the last two years I stumbled upon a moment captured on my 18th birthday.

Sometimes I miss my long hair and where I was. Often I miss having a bedroom with a window and a place to put my things. Almost always I am thankful for all I have witnessed since then, for all that has become something or nothing. And forever will I be thankful for all that I remember.

Just in case your ears needed some sweet lovin' while you read..