Today is August 26th, 1999, and I have just moved. This morning I flew on an airplane. This afternoon I sit in an empty apartment. This night I sleep with my jacket as a pillow.Next Sunday I will go to a new church. Next month I will be in junior high.

Does a new house make for a new me? Will a new school change who I am?

That was 8 years ago. The distance between junior high and my rapidly approaching college graduation scares me. A few years ago I was worrying about middle school, then high school, then college; I have run far, grown much, been there.