Or something like that. People keep posting that quote on tumblr superimposed on beautiful scenery and high school graduates continue to revert to it for their yearbook quotes that, unbeknownst to them, will only be seen twice: once during the summer and once again on the eve of their high school reunion. While this continues to be a cliche, I find phrases or statements similar to this tend to become cliches because A) they're true and B) because it helps them reflect on the life they live or the lives they want to be living.
This school year began at the edge of my comfort zone. Being admittedly still young, I didn't really know what my comfort zone was. In fact, my comfort zone kept changing because of dire, silly mistakes or because I was too lazy to make one for my myself. I guess those mistakes ended up making my move to China easier. What made it even easier was that I thought I had someone to rely on and 10 other souls who, like me, were getting out of their comfort zones for various reasons.
Now that the year has ended, I've made a strange, comfort zone for myself that consists of an air conditioner, a couch to potato on, a bed, and numerous friends to engage in conversations and times that verge and merge on ridiculous, intelligent, useless but always fun. I think I've made a comfort zone for myself that I've become so familiar with that I'm nervous to go home and take a step into my old one or to the lack of one.
Reminders for next year:
a) take more photos
b) journal more
c) don't piss off the air conditioner.
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