2 Willows, 12 Willows, 10000 Willows

It's kind of funny. Today I was talking to my mom #1 through Skype, and she said, "My little baby bird flew out of the nest and is soaring." Which was really nice of her. I like to know that she's proud of me, but anyway, it got me thinking about how I've changed since August. There was a point when I could remember how I was back then. When I knew the ways that I've changed. But now I can't even remember how I was way back 8 months ago. Did I learn how to shuffle cards here? I think so. But I don't really remember. Have I always listened to rap music? I'm pretty sure that the answer is no, but again I don't really remember. How long was my hair? How much weight did I gain over the summer before I got here? I ask myself those questions all the time. And the truth is, it kind of scares me.
I have changed so much since August that sometimes I don't even recognize my old self. It's only been eight months. No one, under normal circumstances, changes that much in just eight months. If I can't even recognize myself, how will other people??
How am I expected to return to my old life with a new me?
People are going to expect a Willow that I don't even remember. Let alone act like.
I think that I will have to find my place in life again. That it'll be like a whole new exchange. But this time, no one will be expecting it.