10 years

This week's start of the academic year is the mark. That's ten years in this city: from 18yo student to 28yo teacher who'll be moving to a home she bought, in less than 5 weeks. I hardly remember what it was like to be so young, naive and terribly scared. Five school years ago, when I landed my very first, very scary teaching job I could still remember, and teaching brought it all back. Now everything is a vague mass of not being able to recall all the details. I have finaly come to realise that these years as a youngster, are indeed the smallest part of your life.