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It’s been a couple of weeks since I introduced my upcoming What I Believe And Why series. In this portion, I will be discussing my exposure to and interaction with religion in my early childhood, as well as major life events that have shaped who I am today.

The beginning of spring and the end of summer in Washington always manage to remind me of my childhood in Florida. Something about the lighting, the pattern of sun and rain, some indescribable feeling of the months of May and August always seem to make me nostalgic for the backdrop of the first eight years of my life. Most of the time you’ll hear me say that the only thing I miss about Florida is the thunderstorms. But that’s not true. I miss the road trips. I miss the lazy heat-bathed days. I miss pre-hurricane season when I would prepare my closet to be a hurricane shelter and invariably make my mom mad months later when I had forgotten about it and cockroaches began to swarm.

On Friday, one of my best friends said we needed a group picture because it might be our last. I shook my head and told her not to say that. But you know what? She might be right. We’re growing up and going our separate ways. While I know we’ll always care about each other and always be around to listen when necessary and laugh at something no one else will get, our times of constant togetherness are coming to a close.