Journal Entry Written September 15, 2012
Karina has gone to England and is most likely not coming back until December 18th. I remember thinking, on the night before she left, that this was my last night with the Karina I grew up with. She’s not going to come back the same girl. She’ll have a taste for freedom and maybe never even want to come back and I’ll probably break my heart. She’ll do things I can’t even imagine doing and meet people I’ll never meet. She’ll move forward and when she comes back, I’ll probably still be in the same place.
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