What is growing up? Is it getting taller, or is it waking up one day and realizing that you like tomatoes? I've obviously been thinking of new beginning quite a bit recently. At four AM last night I was thinking about what made me who I am. It is all the connected moments, all the spaces in time where I have lived and breathed only for a second.

Now all those moments are stored in my brain as memories. I believe they make up more of who I am than my DNA. At the same time, I feel no connection to them at all. They are things that happened, many, a long time ago. All things I once did, and how I once felt. It all means nothing to me and looking back on it all it doesn't even matter.

I am no longer the person who was in those memories. It's as if they are snapshots of the life of some other girl. I can't piece together the memories of my life with the feelings I felt because I am not even the same person. So is growing up realizing you are someone else?