Everything is so so different.

My life now, and my life six months ago, or better yet, one year ago, have few to no similarities in all honesty. I don't know if it's good or bad; I do feel it was inevitable.

The world is still plodding along. I realised this when I saw an Australia Post truck today. There are still postman who deliver mail, despite all the drama of being 17. I appreciate postmen (and women) a little more now.

Maybe something coherent later, maybe not.