Coming back home, to the place we were growing up always brings up old memories. Going throughout old family album, looking at the pictures where you, 9 year old girl, smiling with a huge pink teddy bear, you are wondering how much have you changed. But have you? Yeah definitely you are couple centimeters higher, your bra is in few sizes bigger and you don’t wear that haircut anymore. You are much smarter now, you have read more books, you have learned more stuff…But do you think differently? We still believe in fairytales but now instead of prince we dream about football player, businessman or a celebrity. We still like a next door guy/ a classmate/ a waiter at a coffee shop in the neighborhood. We still take everything too close to heart and make it more dramatic then it is. We think how silly we were when reading our old diary but we’d say the same about today’s us in few year. Some things that were so important for us in one time period become so ridiculous for us in other. And we keep following this pattern. So are we really changing? As for me we are just discovering the new part of ourselves, and all these parts are like puzzle that form our personalities at the end of the day. And doesn’t matter if the catalyst were transitional period, broken heart or just a movie. It helps us to become ourselves. It complements us but it never changes.