As I conquered my mountain of laundry tonight, my mom told me how she couldn't believe it had been a year. I laughed, and told her I couldn't either, but the realization I had made me stop what I was doing for more than a minute. The past nine months sort of played through my head like a low-quality movie montage, and I realized that I can't believe it either. At all. Like, the past nine months of my life have been amazing, so many highs, some lows, and amazingness in between. I almost feel like I'm going to wake up tomorrow and this will all have been a dream. Everyone who has touched my life and I have been blessed to spend time with seem so wonderful it's like they're not real