I turned 15 on Monday. I’m not entirely comfortable about this fact.

Being 14 was the best year of my life, and it feels like turning 15 officially closes the door on that golden age. It’s already fading into memories and “Remember when…?”s. I wonder if I will always remember.

To commemorate my last day as a 14-year-old, I got a second piercing in one of my ears. Then I walked around St. Marks Place and the surrounding area, trying to memorize a map of important things that happened this year.

There is so much I want to say about being 15 and surviving the summer and being in love and the thoughts I’ve had over the course of the past week or so, but none of it has the cohesion on paper that it does in my mind. I’ll find a way soon (I hope). ♦