I'll admit moving from Toronto was probably a good change for me. Thinking about it, I think about who I'd be, what kind of person I'd be, what things I'd be doing. Would I still care for school and family like I do now? Would I meet the same people, and realize respect is life? Would people still see me as who I am now? I think and think about this, and I guess now I'll never know. It's nice to guess though. I realize I also wouldn't have the same goals in life, wouldn't be as guarded and cold-hearted. Maybe I would be. But it all doesn't matter. I am who I am now. And I wouldn't change it for the world.