Only a couple days until my 23rd birthday on the thirtieth.

Twenty three years old. There are some things about you that are second nature - they've been with you your entire life and they've never changed, like your name, or fondest memory, or favorite color.

And you'd think it'd be the same with your name, despite it changing every year, but for some reason, there are at times that split second where I pause when answering the question how old I am - 22? Geeze, that is old.

Soon to be 23. Where is this life headed?

It's almsot been a year since I met L. It was her birthday on the 24th.

I miss her so much still. Is it possible to really never love again? I know you see it in movies, people losing someone or breaking up and feeling terrible and honestly believing there could be no one better, but it always ends up turning around on them.

Will that happen to me? In bed at night I find myself wishing she was there laying next to me to hold. I miss wrapping my arms around her stomach, holding her tightly, as I smell her hair.

Work is not bad. I'm getting better at it. The more I am, the more I see how I dont think I could do it much longer. The allure of Asia is growing and I want to move there soon.

I've alaways been so crazy with my emotinos. I'll think I want tomsething so badly, and i'll never stop thinking about it, and once I have it, the feelings fade. Moving to Asia is a move you exactly dont want such a situation to happen to.