Thursday, 6 January 2011
I am happy that I somehow pulled off my 13 year old self's dream of going to England, "maybe studying abroad there," as I recall. I surpassed those dreams. So though there's lots my 13 year old self would be disappointed with, I think little Hayley would be happy that I somehow ended up living in England. I realized this on New Years Eve when I was the only American at a big party. I don't notice stuff like that anymore, but I guess it means my life would appear really cool to most. And it means I'm 23 and I've already done something with my life, I guess. Hopefully things keep happening!