Sometimes I miss who I used to be, but I know I’ll meet her again — just in a different way.

Been going through a lot of change recently. If you know me at all, you know how horrible I do with change. So sorry if this is sad, we are all just trying to figure it out! Hang in there and do something crazy.
Happy Reading.
There’s this unspoken thing that happens in your 20s — especially your early 20s. One day, you wake up and realize how much has changed, how different you feel, and how hard it can be to recognize yourself in the mirror. You start missing things you didn’t even know you’d one day miss, your old routines, the people who used to be constants, the version of yourself who felt sure about things.
You try to keep up, with life, with expectations, with the pace of everything around you but somewhere along the way, you start to wonder when it all began to feel so heavy. You catch yourself looking back more than forward. Not because you want to undo anything, but because the past feels a little more you than the present sometimes does.
I think a lot of us are yearning for something we can’t quite name. Maybe it’s peace. Maybe it’s excitement. Maybe it’s the simplicity of not knowing what’s next and being okay with it.
At 24, or honestly anywhere in this strange in-between of young adulthood, it’s easy to feel like you’re floating. You’re old enough to see the real world, to understand how uncertain everything is, but young enough to still crave the freedom you once had before it all got so complicated.
But even in all of that confusion, there’s something really beautiful about the yearning itself. It means something once mattered enough to miss. It’s proof that we’ve lived deeply, that we’ve loved people, places, and moments that left their mark.
And I think, deep down, we’ll all get back to ourselves (at least the ones who care to), the real versions of us. Maybe not the same ones we were before, but the ones we’re becoming now: wiser, softer, more grounded. The ones who still laugh too hard, dream too big, and learn to sit with change instead of running from it.
Because maybe growing up isn’t about losing who we were. Maybe it’s about circling back with a little more understanding. Maybe it’s about realizing that even in the ache, there’s hope. That even when we’re yearning for it back, something new and beautiful is quietly forming in its place.
So yeah, I miss her. We all do. That version of ourselves who felt so alive, so certain, so full of light. But I’m learning to trust that she’s not gone. She’s just waiting for me — for all of us — to catch up again.
So much love,
Emi Sue

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