Reality, you fickle thing.

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“Sometimes you will never the know value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”

As I sit here at my desk, coffee in hand, I look around me. These white walls that are my office, the grey carpet under my feet, and the large iMac that I work on – this is my reality. For the next month and some, I will be in this room and be working on this project. But, after that – I may never see it again. I will go back to school and I will have a new world.

Over the last few years, I have come to a conclusion about my life: my reality changes as I change. At each step and point in our lives, our reality is different.

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